When too much comes at us too fast, too often, we need to go "where the wild things are," or at least read "The Peace of Wild Things," by Wendell Berry. We need to immerse ourselves in the natural world. We were born into that world. We are a part of that world. We belong to that world. And when the artificial world we have constructed to take the place of that world and keep us comfortable and safe becomes unlivable, we have to regain our balance and harmony by reconnecting with the rhythms and wonder of the natural world. Two things we will notice are the silence and the noise. The silence and the noise transport us from the artificial world and its reality to the natural world and its reality. Step willingly into the silence and noise of the natural world and wait. You are waiting to be enveloped by the natural world. To make the transition. To belong. You are waiting for the shift in perspective that opens your eyes and makes all things new. If we spend our time in the natural world can't waiting to get back to the Real World, we are wasting our time and our opportunity. We have to learn the trick of being there. It is the trick of being wherever we are. Being there is the best trick in the book (And one of the best movies in my experience, but that's for another time). Being there/here transports us to the place of power-- to the pivot point between past and future, to the fulcrum, "the still point of the turning world" (T.S. Eliot) where everything waits, holding its breath, to see where it all goes from here with everything hanging on what we do and how we do it. When too much comes at us too fast, too often, it is because we have lost the perspective of The Eternal Now, where time is suspended and nothing is happening because we are present with awareness and compassion, seeing all, and waiting. Meanwhile, the tide is coming in, or going out, or turning around. And will continue to do so until it finds itself doing what it is doing then, coming in, going out, our turning around, in its own time, in its own way, when it suits it to do so, when the time is right, and things happen as they need to happen of their own accord, with nobody doing nothing. That is the way of the natural world. Nothing happens there before it time, or after its time, or out of time, out of sync, out of place. That's the schtick of the Real World.