Each morning, as I meditate on Nature, I try to discern the message that Nature has for me. This morning the sky at sunrise was torquoise. There were puffy, satiny coral clouds, through which a jet was inscribing a straight line. I was drawn to notice the contrast between the curvaceous lines of Nature and the straight line drawn by the jet. Then a tiny bug flew right in front of me. His path was slightly meandering, although headed in a definite direction. He was being true to his own nature.

It occurred to me that in order to truly be in the world with the eyes open, I must not be hiding who I am. I must be brave enough to be myself. Otherwise, the fear that hiding conveys also obscures my own vision of the Truth.