The way of nature is the way of life. The way of wealth and privilege, not so much. Indigenous peoples understood this and progress lost this eternal truth, but the circle turns and it is coming back into focus. What matters most? is getting some air time these days as we sit with how things are and listen to the Tao asking us to follow the way as it winks at us and calls our name on its way to “the land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow.”
I drop with increasing frequency into stillness and silence, waiting for things to settle within and clear a space for seeing, hearing, knowing, understanding what’s what and what is called for an what needs to be done about it in being one with the Tao, here, now–which assists the processes at work in things falling into place in ways that produce impacts for the good in ways that invite us to wonder about how sometimes things come together and leave us wondering how that could have happened just as it did, out of nowhere, when no one expected it and no one can deny it. The sure sign of the Tao the way the Lone Ranger left a silver bullet in his wake, with a wink an a not and a “Hi Ho Silver! Away!” (Silver’s real name was Tao).
