Wake-Up Call

Cigarette smoke slowly escapes her already alcohol tainted breath. Panic, panic, is all Patrick can read from his life-long friend's body language. Consoling her is the best he can do, though he debates whether this discussion is even worth having.

"Nick, my best friend Nick!", Patrick continues to think as if his mind were a broken record, repeating, repeating. Ashamed to be such a nosy creep, it would be a mistake the magnitude of an earthquake to let her know just what he heard through the one and a half-inch thick wooden barrier.

Sarah has nothing to say. Working from one breath to the next, the best she can do is keep her eyes on the road. "Could you be any more distracting Nick? I can't even keep steady on the road now," she wants to yell.

One last, meaningful tear drips from her glossy eyes,... the car's white lights found their way off into the ditch; just like a missile guided by the precision of a laser. Tumbling down the road, their heads race into the airbags in a fraction of a second; She shrieks oh so loud. The three thousand pound metal block slowly finally loses its momentum, and soon is at a halt.

The night's events have suddenly lost all of their significance. Bruised and battered, their bodies have remained in tact. Patrick grasps on to Sarah's hand, and mutters the words, " I love You", in a much more meaningful way than he ever intended. As frightening of a lesson as it was, the reality that things could be so much worse sets in. Patrick and his beloved friend have found a greater significance in their very lives.

Through nature, I am told that I have a purpose, a calling if you will. I listen to the voice, the poem, the melody of nature for my direction. A sort of creative energy, of the highest forms of insight is informing me of the directions I must go, the path I must choose, each step of the way. Particularly, I feel a sway towards certain things in life that must, must not be ignored. For there is a reason the surroundings in my life are just the way they are. Like many things, however, they may just not be directly understandable as I live, comprehending through a limited human perception.

These words, are the words of the world of nature I am such a welcomed part of. It is from the air I breath, that the insects swim and in about, in which the birds survival depends on, which carries their beautiful voices to my ears that these very words are possible to appear. Of course, that is, among many, many, many other miracles, which through an entire life of introspection will not be understood in its entirety, nor will it be completely misunderstood to any extent; for the whole nature of each voice, each melody, taste, sight, and smell is a fruitful taste into an infinite, all encompassing, beautiful, and welcoming dimension known as reality;…That of truth, love, and light.

Just as the wind blows leaves, brothers from the same tree, in scattered directions, each aspect of nature has its very own destination, and purpose in its role of life and eternity. Listen, smell, understand if you will, into the greatest depths of awareness, and tell the world, what is yours?