Dear Wildling,
If you walk into a forest, the mind will only see disorder and chaos.
The mind won’t even be able to distinguish between birth and death anymore because life is growing out of decay, and death is transforming what’s to come. The mind cannot fathom that the midwife of the forest is also its reaper, and while one hand is digging the soil deeper, the other is releasing a seed into the sky.
If you step back, however, and become still - suddenly you will notice how cohesive everything is, how interconnected the past and future are, both existing at this moment as one unfragmented experience.
Overwhelm can feel like a sickness but it is always a homesickness we feel in our anxieties; a deep desire to return to the stabilized self, which is who we are beyond the flux of life’s conversation with uncertainty.
If we find our sense of self in the transient nature of life, both in happiness and grief, we suffer in our forgetfulness that we are what’s constant, what’s peaceful and intrinsically whole.