I used to think that we were seperate from Nature... As if I needed to go INTO nature.

But at some point it dawned on me that I/we/YOU are nature. We are not something seperate from a tree or a flower or a blade of grass. We are indeed crafted from the same stuff. There is a wisdom that some name genetics or DNA or molecule that ties every iota of everything on this planet together. There is a creativity at work that science itches to describe and put into a box or a big text book and tie a bow around it. As if "that" were nature, and this was not. But at the core of it all, I'm sort of the same as a rock or a flea or a tumbleweed. Our configurations and phenotypical expression (my old high school science teacher would be really impressed that I just wrote that) may differ, but in the end, we are spaciousness and just chaotic swirling particles in a paradoxically seemingly free, yet perhaps deterministic system. You, me and the tree.

Anyway, greetings from Montana. It's an immense gift to be here, alive, smiling, in service, in awe, in friendship and in amazing, inspiring company. Thank you God, whatever you are, wherever you're hanging out (maybe you are my finger tips, or the relay from my mind to my fingers to this little screen, or maybe way out in the cosmos somewhere I can't even fathom...) for each day that I get to be here. All of it is beyond belief. Thank you thank you thank you, I love you. Sincerely, Peter.