In one section Teddy is recalling that he was six when he had his first mystical experience:
“I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all that. It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was only a very tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.”
I don’t have those experiences very often. I think I did when I was really young…4, 5, 6 years old. I discovered mountains when I was seven. We spent a summer in Reno. My Dad worked at the University. We drove up to Tahoe and I remember feeling like I had finally found my place in the world. When we left Reno, I sat in the “way back” of the station wagon…that funny bench that faced backwards, watching the mountains disappear, crying my eyes out.
Now, almost 60 years later, I retrace my steps and realize that my relentless journey of reconnecting with that sense of Source has taken me to many of the most magnificent mountains on the planet.
When I am in the natural world, everything is God.
A friend called me recently thanking me for my writing. She said, “Your posts remind me to go outside and to look up.” Two easy choices, and our busyness and our busy minds tell us we don’t have time to go outside or look up.
Try doing both, try doing them at the same time, try noticing that everything really is God. Our suffering is from feeling separate. That’s easy to say…it takes commitment, practice, and support to choose what matters to us. Connection matters. Let me know how it goes.