It renders me fully present. I am desert. I am mountains. I am Great Salt lake. There are other languages being spoken by wind, water, and wings.
Peace is the perspective found in patterns.
When I see ring-billed gulls picking on the flesh of decaying carp, I am less afraid of death. We are no more and no less than the life that surrounds us. My fears surface in my isolation. My serenity surfaces in my solitude. To decenter humanity is to see this truth.