Those who have been following me for a long time know how much I love to travel. Unattached, unburdened, light as a dancer, I wander across the globe — while taking in many sights and sounds, of many landscapes, cities, and all sorts of people. How I love to relate to all those eyes that cross mine, without having to explain myself to any of them.

Imagine you are walking in nature, fresh, pristine nature. You don’t have a phone; maybe you don’t even wear shoes that keep you from directly touching the earth with every step you take.

As you are walking, you come across a big stone, or even a few. You don’t say, “Oh, a stone,” but you observe: standing.

You see a tree, but you don’t call it that, because you don’t see it as a separate object. You just sense being and growing.