6.7.14 Some Innate Depth

     I wonder how many of us are struck, as small ones, at being here. At the very beginnings of watching stars. Watching leaves unfurl in springtime. Watching wounds on our knees heal. Watching the sun in the day, sharing skies with a pale slip of a Moon, lingering there.
     I always have felt this stretch toward some kind of all-ness. Since I can remember. We probably are all kinds of flavors of humans, and are pulled in various ways, and this is probably one of them.
     So I have always been struck by the 'concept' of the earth, and my inability to actually 'feel' it and 'get ' it..beyond a concept. Same with the depth of our oceans. The projectory of a shooting star. Same with the Native Peoples who lived in the field next door, until the 1600's and 'Euro-intelligent-life' came smashing along. Because there is the 'knowing' information, and then there is the awareness, inside of you, of that self same thing.
     I  gaze at the sky outside, in between mosquito events. I gaze at photographs of The Milky Way, leaning into some awareness of its being more real than a photograph on a computer or a book or a page or a memory of a photograph in my mind. 
      As I stand in the cool night air, jumping about, eluding mosquito bites, sensing inside of me some innate depth of feeling for all that is.