When there is time and space in which to expand, to go out beyond the borders of our visible selves, an enormity of knowing flows out, and seems to encompass everything.
I love these high places where daily life disappears into the anonymity of the rolling acres below. You can't see anyone from up here, you can't get lost in the 'here to there and back again' rush of the modern era. Up here, it is as if you are all there is. Up here there is no time... up here there is only you.
Sometimes I just need to be here. I cannot take the collective rush and chaos a minute longer. I have to take time out, get above it, and find myself again... I have to look out across the spaces and remember how unlimited I am. Remember how I can spill out across the endless sky and fall into the sacred earth with gratitude and relief. It is a remembering of an ancient truth I think. Something we have all known, but have mostly forgotten because once we believed another's truth, and took it as our own.
It is still there however. Still waiting to be found. Still knowing that in the end we all will come to find it. It is there, still being in the stillness of a setting sun.