Before I married, when stress bogged me down, I spent nice days sitting on my deck steps, feel the sun warm against my skin, and breathed in deeply. I could hear the breezes talking in whispers through the leaves. Sometimes I thought I could even hear the grass growing, and even as an adult, I could not consider a sky of blue with clouds without naming them by their shapes: I observed a fish, a whale, a kangaroo, a cherub, a face – the face of God?
Now life has sent me new stressors to deal with, but I let the sights through my window lull me into moments of blissful non-thinking. From my office, I can see a dogwood and a pine tree with pine cones. I like to watch the birds and the squirrels. Occasionally, I will see a stray dog run through the yard.
I wonder if this is the feeling of being one with God?