I longed to slip into that magical place where everything speaks the same language. I wanted to understand what the birds were saying, to know what it felt like to be the willow tree in my back yard, to grasp the society of the tiny lives that wriggled in a rain puddle.
Through my initiation into motherhood, it was as if the Mystery was shaking me awake. Becoming a parent is world-altering for many; for me, the quake was magnified by the gift of a child with disabilities.
I suspect that we can only find our way in the openness of space when we realize that we are already flying in it. It is the very openness of space, surrounding and filling us, that holds us aloft.
We must discover (or rediscover) a field of common experience and knowledge that is similar in scope but fundamentally different from scientific and spiritual materialism.
