Sinking Into Life

I walked among ancient rocks and aged trees. The information signs said that this place was as it was when the last ice age ended. The place itself formed by the creeping glacier, reshaping the ground and dumping remains of other places in its wake.

It was cool in this crevice of the earth - like a cool cloth placed on a fevered forehead. The green was alive to me as if I had never seen such life before. I just wanted to stay and sink down into its life. Lichens now reshape this place - perhaps as slowly as the glaciers. Water too, running slowly over the rocks taking imperceptible boulders along with it. Other times, colder moments when the water is present but cannot move, the water will move a mountain or at least it will break off a piece of mountain. Changes come slowly to our perception.

Sinking into such a place is like sinking into God and the changes that come with a life lived in God.