You are in a meadow under tall trees of conifer and pine. A gentle breeze stirs their countless needles and brings a freshness of life to the forest below. Birds salute the quiet with songs of presence and purpose. The spring has pushed up from beneath the earth - then trickles its way to a larger stream down below the visible ridge. Life is like this everywhere.
Waters find restful places and then move on, called somehow - destined, eternal.
Imagine yourself carried along on a rushing river whose waters hurry through the curved arms of surrounding farm and field. You leave the river and enter a clearing where you pause to listen. A monastery sits in the nearby hills, and the sound of chanted prayer fills the valley with simplicity and faith. Life is measured by sound, its rhythm and cadence. The faithful life is measured by spirit, its soulful expressions, and its peace.