I’m going to share a secret with you.
It’s not a big, juicy, scandalous secret.
It’s a small one.
One that you might already know something about, if you are one who listens to stillness.
My secret is not one that I have been hiding away, hoping that it will never get out.
It is the kind that a child will tell you, behind the safety of a cupped hand as their eyes dance while they whisper it into your ear… from their mind into yours, with the sole purpose of sharing something special.
It’s a soft secret. A secret full of love and possibility. One full of hope…
It’s a still secret. A quiet one. One that would stand aside should even the gentlest of zephyrs make its way past.
My secret is that you can find whatever it is that your heart desires. You can find it in nature.
You can find it in the way that the light and heat dips and rises as a cloud floats in front of the sun.
You can find it in a moment of contemplation that comes from taking in a mesmerizing view.
You can find it in the halo of gold that cocoons each blade of grass as the sun slowly crouches to greet the horizon.
You can find it in the rhythmical rise and the fall of the rosettes of a resting leopard on a hot day.
You can find it in the shade of a Jackalberry Tree or in the laughter of a stream.
My secret lies in stillness. It lies in that moment of pause between an exhalation and another inhalation. It’s a secret that the wilderness has taught me this week.
If you come back to nature, if you return to what has guided us all these years so far, you will return to your own essence. In this life, we can get caught up in looking to the outside- to everyone else, to the needs of those around us. And while this is kind and thoughtful, we can neglect our own needs and inner peace in the process.
Nature’s teaching is that we cannot pour from an empty cup. We cannot be of service and provide benefit to our neighbour when we are not taking time to be still, and to be of service to ourselves. Nature shows us how to nurture and regenerate our surroundings for the betterment of all organisms. She shows us how everything can grow in harmony, and how there is always enough of everything, for every sentient being, right in that moment nestled in the pause between out-breath and in-breath.
My secret is, in fact, not my own after all. It has found its way to me through stillness, and it belongs to nature, not me. Through quiet contemplation, I have found that, just like the vastness of the wilderness, I am only a messenger of secrets. I am, luckily, a storyteller whose cup has been filled by nature, allowing me to continue to pour.