As I sit here, on a rock shaded by a dry Manzanita tree,
I touch its rough skin,
inhaling the memory of its striations through my nostrils.
The breeze gently blows periodically,
making a few dry leaves fall around me.
I am tempted to take a photo or sketch what I see
to share with the world when I return from my meditation.
I simply breathe it all in
allowing it to become part of my own being,
its beauty and wonder securely instilled in me now.
In this way, I can breathe it with each encounter,
dance in the wind as the leaves do.
I can be beauty like the clear, blue sky above me;
be strength like the cool, hard rock I sit on.
I can be comfort like the shade that protects me.
In this way, I am nature.