I visit with friends when a single, laser-sharp bird call pierces the outdoors where we gather. Stunned by its raw beauty and bold delivery, we scan our surroundings for a glimpse of the mysterious, unfamiliar messenger.
Who’s there? Why have you come?!
One friend scrambles for his phone and asks Google to identify the feathered guest … name, habitat, diet. As he broadcasts his encyclopedic findings, the enchanted moment quickly collapses, unable to bear the weight of so much rationality.
I respect rationality, but it seldom inspires me or brings me alive. I find meeting what happens without the clutter of concepts and categories leaves more room for experience. Being with what happens more relationally (and less rationally) greens my world.
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Beautiful and well said. Lovely.