Spending more time outside during the summer solstice has me thinking about our relationship with sunlight. Nature doesn't seem to force energy into existence. It receives it. Plants don't strive harder to create life. They receive sunlight and transform it into living tissue. Rivers don't force themselves to flow. They simply follow the landscape.
It made me wonder how often I try to manufacture energy instead of creating the conditions to receive it. The last few days, I've spent hours outside in the sunshine, and I've noticed I have more energy than I do after another cup of coffee. That surprised me.
Maybe receiving is an active relationship with the things that allow us to thrive. An active surrender to the wisdom woven into life. I'm beginning to wonder if peace isn't something we create, but something we remember when we stop fighting against the rhythms that sustain us.
What helps you return to that place?
P.S. I thought this picture goes well with this, my son in a power stance under the sky.