From McIntosh, Kenneth. Water from an Ancient Well: Celtic Spirituality for Modern Life (p. 87-88). Anamchara Books. Kindle Edition.
The path meanders back and forth along a dry creek bed, then climbs uphill through rock formations where I have to gear down, stand on the pedals, and balance the bike. After a few minutes, the path turns Presence embraces me. The stillness has become preternatural. I can no longer hear the ravens or the rustle of pines. I open my eyes and find the scene has shifted subtly: colors are brighter, lines crisper, and . . . Somehow, I’m looking both from my eyes and simultaneously from beyond my point of view. “I” am no longer here. My body has merged with the Earth, the trees, and the sky. I am one with the forest and with God.