Wandering in the Rockies yesterday on a lengthy hike with a friend, I stopped to admire the forest floor. The soft crunch underfoot was a quilt of characters — dark black compost covered with bright splotches of lime green moss, rust orange lichen, fading brittle pine needles, musty and moist pine cones, aging golden leaves and the occasional ivory mushroom. Each element is interesting alone, but together they create a fascinating array of color, scent and texture.
This is much like life. Faith, family, friends, community, pets, art, music, great food, love — all wonderful on their own, but thrown together, the patchwork of an incredibly fulfilling life.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” — Bumpersticker in Denver