Of Being

Of being: 

so I'm struck once again with how easy life is for me, of course not the often complicated acts of my daily affairs, but the ease in simply existing, of being an aspect of life that spontaneously appears from the force of particles gathering as atoms and continues on in supply of an entire world for me to live. There wasn't a single thing for me to do here, no effort given, not even a thought for my appearance to form. 

it all just happened on its own. 

a true miracle of being. 

remembering this seems to put me immediately at ease, that the true fundamentals are ultimately cared for by a deeper wisdom, that my body responds to some inner command of breath and heartbeat, blood flowing exactly where it's needed, and that even the environment supports me with an abundance of air and the proper distance form the sun for plants to grow and provide my daily need of food. I am truly cared for, supported with all I need to thrive as an aspect of life itself. 

and I try and take none of this for granted, I am grateful to my core, and do my best to show this in some way - offering a thankful prayer for the breakfast I prepare, appreciating the ease of which my body performs a difficult yoga posture, noting the breath arriving through the grace of air. None of this is taken for granted, not the simple things, nor the difficulties too, actions that take more effort or fill me with concern. I am grateful to exist, to be aware that this is so, and that all of life, every aspect, has been gifted to me somehow. 

yes, a true miracle of being. 

life itself, happening completely on its own. 

a gift. 

~

Peace, Eric