The Privilege of Presence

Today, as I wandered slowly along a wooded path, my dog padding quietly beside me, I was struck by a deep, almost reverent gratitude.

The privilege of this moment — of being here, fully alive, fully aware — was not lost on me.

I moved without hurry, letting my senses take the lead.

The birds sang their layered songs, a symphony woven into the breeze.
The scent of the damp, earthy, spring filled the air.
The way the sunlight filtered through the trees, warming the path, felt like a medicine for my whole being.

In these moments, I don't just exist — I belong…
To the earth, to the present, to something much bigger than myself.

And beyond the beauty of it, I can feel the healing too.
Nature mends the frayed edges of the soul.
It soothes the nervous system, clears the energetic body, restores the rhythms that the busy world so easily disturbs.
It’s a goodness so deep, it touches every layer of being.

So today, I offer a small blessing:
May more hearts remember how to slow down.
May more souls find their way back to this kind of knowing.
May more of us savour the sacred ordinary before it slips quietly past — and allow its healing to reach every part of who we are.