Heavenletters

It's always a lovely thing to see someone get all enthusiastic about a Heavenletter, Bonnie.

I'm hiking in the Alps every week and know about honoring the Mountains, and sometimes it seems to me I can feel they like it. On rare occasions I feel close to being the mist around them. Which is neither Eastern nor philosophy but has been stated again and again by mystics around the world who were trying to put the actual experience of Oneness into words. From what little experience of that kind I have I can say that the more the density of this jochenness dissolves the closer "I" come to being the old pear tree outside my window or, for that matter, this keyboard. Well, all I can really say is that veritably being the mist surrounding the mountains is not a metaphor and not the same as feeling very very very close. It's being the mist, feeling yourself sweep across the rock face; or being the pear tree and the little bird on one of its branches, feeling your claws on your bark; or looking into someone's face and suddenly seeing that ... "Gosh, it's me!"