We are of the earth, and we are more than the dust of us.  We are creating beings.  We take the earth in with each breath and make more of it, different of it, and then we talk.  Sharing our thoughts breaks through to more creations.  Then this body wears out and we release it back to the earth.

And the inner voice says: “Is that all there is?!?!”  Well I don’t think so, but here I am at that balancing beam of earth and non-earth.  Or earth and extra-dimensional earth–like feelings and concepts, memories and dreams.  Feeling especially.  You don’t see sadness or regret in the trees much.  The rocks don’t look like they jump around in joy. 

But nature helps me with my feelings.  “Just stand and bend,” say the trees.  “Rest” grumble the rocks.  And the bustling, gurgling, rushing river says, “Dance!”

The trick is to enjoy the balancing act of rock and river, body and spirit, feelings and sleep.  On to the tightrope once again.