We’re all dealing with the same problems. We’re all subject to, and concurrently armed with, and informed by, the same natural forces. The differences are nuance, interpretation, wordplay, and perception. Our languages and cultures may color inside the lines in seemingly varied ways, but we’re all struggling with and striving for the same things.
In solitude, amongst the silent open spaces—walking the settled sands beside the ebbing sea, next to the late springtime river, as life explodes from awakening flora—we can hear the questions, and we can distill the answers; life is perpetual (perceptual) change and flowing communication.
We feel it acutely in the world today, this pervasive loneliness. So long as we maintain systems and beliefs of separation, it will remain in the forefront of our emerging consciousness.
A quiet place, lonely but not ever alone.
This divine life generously offers us infinite variety should we only be willing. It’s too common a tale that the persistent sadness mires the spirit and suppresses the adventurer.
I’ve certainly soaked in it.
These are times of great change, and some would argue that it’s accelerating. As a result, individually, we can effect a certain isolation because so much is coming to the surface, so fast. Or, we stave off the process by diving into perpetual busyness and the mad, unfulfilling rigmarole of the matrix.