It doesn't matter what we have unless we know how to use it

Just like the waking up, I found myself crying in the waking down. Walking among trees, totally in awe. Listening to birds chirping and watching the moon shine. So much gratitude for the forms. The things, communicating to each other, being so utterly unique, singing their own individual songs. I cried and cried, and then laughed and laughed at the utter arrogance that all these wondrous forms could ever be excluded. I even said, “I’m sorry” to the trees, the ground, the sky, the animals that I saw. I was apologizing for not seeing them, for missing them in form. Silly huh? But it felt authentic.