"Sitting in silence is an art these days." This is something a dear friend said recently and it has stuck with me. These words ring true. I go to the woods, the lakes, the ocean, and the mountains because when I simply cease my striving and open my senses...I hear nothing. Silence. The soft shush of water to shore. The warble of a cardinal in a distant pine. The gentle, loving wind embracing the worshiping arms of the forest. Here, in these depths, the suffocating layers we've wrapped tightly around reality are stripped away, laying bare that which is true. I am grateful for the unraveling of the false. I am thankful that earth is as steadfast and encompassing as ever. Here, in this peace...I am. Simply am. With nothing else attached."