Found an incredible spot to watch the sunset this evening, overlooking the mountainside of the San Ramon valley. Amber waves of grain rolled out before me. The bay clouds unfolded over the peaks like rich cumulus cotton. I even heard eagles cry.
Yes, I was living in an American anthem.
And I remembered a story Abraham once told about Jerry and Esther Hicks. They were on vacation somewhere – Mexico, probably – and Esther was in love with it. Overcome by the beauty of the place and the strong desire to stay there forever, she asked Jerry, “Can’t we just live here?” After a beat, Jerry responded, “But, we are. We are living here.”
I’ve thought about that story a lot over my travels. But, I still constantly question the journey: When will I settle down? When will I find my new nest? Where will I finally LIVE?!
And I realized as I sat on top of the windy hillside: I live here. I am LIVING here. In California! Amazing.
My address doesn’t matter.
Because in every moment, wherever I lay my head, wherever my car is parked, wherever I take a breath, I am living.
God has surely shed his grace on thee.
Photo credit: Amelia Isabel