Tracks are
everything and everything is a track. The Comfrey outside the Western
window of the cabin is a track. I could follow the tracks of that
plant back to the origins of how it came to be outside the window,
but that is only one Comfrey path. The plant is also a track of its
own origins back to the beginning. In its DNA, its roots, its Spirit,
the tracks of its beginnings are all right in front of me.
It is the same for
everything and everyone. I am a track of the path that brought me to
this moment, right here, right now. I am a track of my ancestors and
their origins. I am a track of the Earth, and the Cosmos, and the
origins of everything. We all are. In this way, we are all connected
to the infinite in every moment, in everything we do. We are
inextricably linked to and a manifestation of the infinite. And its
all staring back at you when you look in the mirror.
Today, I am
remembering to pay attention to my connection to the infinite. I will
use this to change my perspective when I am invited to take up the
idea of finite possibilities.
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