Sunday in Pt. Reyes. Saw, in the span of about four hours: a herd of elk blocking the road, a teensy tiny seal pup scooting around on the beach, and what I’m 90% sure was a mountain lion running across the trail twenty feet in front of me. Broke out into a cold sweat, had a moment of utter frozen panic, then kept walking, rattling my keys and ready to start swinging my bag over my head and screaming at the slightest movement from the bushes. An hour later I wound up standing on a rock on the beach with waves crashing onto my feet, and for the life of me I could not stop laughing.
“…he had an experience of the intrinsic perfection of life, of wholeness, giveness, already-there-ness, apart from any act of human will or effort. An experience so fulfilling that - even in its fleeting, ephemeral quality - it dissolves the ache of need, of wanting.” - Noelle Oxenhandler, the Wishing Year, pg 126.
I really don’t know how to say what I’m trying to say. But yes, exactly.
