High Summer it may be, but there is still a chill in the early hours, and I was very happy to be snug under my winter hat. Sheep were lying up under the lee of a tall hedge as I pushed open the field gate and went in. They peered at me as I peered at them - just watching each other, no judgment. Puffing and blowing I climbed the steep hill past them, and out onto the top. I sat down on the grass all alone and waited.
A beautiful crescent moon directed her gaze towards the glow of the rising sun. She was, as she always is, perfection. Serene, calm and at ease. I am in awe of the way she worries not. Millennia pass and she never concerns herself. What we do down here is of no consequence.
Time passed, and I spoke into the wind. I said my prayers for our Mother Earth and all Life. I honoured my ancestors - those who walked before me and whose blood flows in me. All those along the years I never knew - but all they were, all they saw, all they felt and experienced, is now in me. I am the vanishing point of everything before - disappearing into this one, never ending, moment. I felt the time turn, as in no time - as in all time. The spiral came close as the first rays of this special day lit up the clouds. Where they with me, up there on the hill? All the old ones, who never really left, they simply flowed into something else. I think so.
Up here it is easy to believe we are tiny fragments of the vast fabric of the entire Universe. Each one of us a vital piece in a jigsaw so huge the human mind cannot hope to grasp even the smallest thread. We are entwined in a net to which there is no end - it is eternal - it has no disconnection. It tumbles and breathes and pulses, and we are not what we think we are.