May flowers. Life comes back into bloom and we with it. At least that’s how it should be. Years ago, the week I turned 24, I spent five days on Maasai Mara game preserve in Kenya, where I was living that summer. We stayed at a lodge that was right at the equator. I remember looking up into the sky one night and thinking, “so the world really is round.” Above me, the sky opened out like a giant, star-filled bowl. Save for the lights at the lodge, which were kept dimly lit, there were no electric lights for miles. In their absence, I was dipped in a profound presence that is always with us, but that we mostly can’t feel, with our bright lights and busy lives. That moment has never left me. It’s what keeps me living, the best I can, with the rhythms of the seasons, even though technology means I don’t have to. The thing is, I want to. Life is so much richer that way. We are part of this, after all. Part of this ecosystem, not masters of it, and the more we sit in that reality, the more we feel the gift that it is to be connected, to one another, to this planet, to ourselves.
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