I remember lying on the trail
On A sunny thick grassy knoll, a temporary flat spot on a steeply downward sloping trail, and then gazing across a valley of deep green trees, with the sounds of a distant waterfall playing a mellody below me hidden beneath the tree topped carpet that I suddenly felt a part of.
There are times when we feel a part of the "garden that is full of life", when the needs of the world are pushed off and outside so that the “real world” is forgotten. Forgotten is the insistence of moving, of going, of needing to do and be some were. And instead you are enveloped in a stillness, not a silence, but a stillness that surrounds and widens your perspective till it seems you see a wider perspective around you and hear more intricate sounds that have always existed, but were not before perceivable.
In that short time, in that pause, you know there is wholeness and a presence that also has always been there longing to give you joy and company. You feel him hold you, envelope and warm you. I so much do want to pause today and “just lie here, and forget the world” so that I can see "the garden bursting into life".
“If I lay here, If I just lay here Would you lie with me, And just forget the world? Forget what we’re told, Before we get too old. Show me a garden, That’s bursting into Life. “(Snow patrol)
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. (A Psalm of David 139)