I spend quite a lot of time reading and thinking about religion/religions. It seems to be a fundamental of human beings, flowering from the earliest times, to be aware of what we need for humanity to survive and flourish (or to have it taken it away) and from this, striving to understand its deeper origin.
But over the last few days the earth and the trees took precedence. The trees started to look different. They were inviting my mind to enter them. And, surprisingly, for a short time, it did! Nothing dramatic, no words, nothing that could be called thought. Just the upper branches of a tree.