Today’s post is nothing special. There is no amazing adventure to detail and no gear to review in this one.
I woke up this morning, said good morning to my wife, played with the dogs, started coffee and sat down to browse Facebook while I waited for the coffee to brew. As I quickly scanned through the endless lists of typical status updates I found myself pausing to read one in particular. It came third generation to me (a friend of a friend of a friend) and was a post of a poem this man had heard at his Yoga practice the night before.
It is a simple poem and he posted it because it had resonated with him when he heard it. As I read it I understood.
I’ve never heard this poem before. I think this speaks to why so many of us seek time outdoors and work hard on self-improvement.
A Poem by Ganga White
What if our religion was each other?
If our practice was our life?
If prayer was our words?
What if the Temple was the Earth?
If forests were our church?
If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?
What if meditation was our relationships?
If the Teacher was life?
If wisdom was self-knowledge?
If love was the center of our being