mike lives in spokane washington and is a pastor at a spirit community called branches

existence is enough

We celebrate things because they exist. The birth of a child. The serenity of a natural landscape. The joining of two stories to one at a wedding. The greatest appreciation we as humans have is largely tied to moments of the simple recognition of things that exist. And these things are what they are because of no other circumstance than the simple but profound act of being.

Waves don't choose to break on the sand, but they do.

The sun doesn't attempt to set in such a brilliant display of colors, but it does.

A forest doesn't plan on having it's trees leaves decorate our line of sight every fall, but they do.

Nearly all wonder is a process of nothing more and nothing less than living into what is most natural. Living into the natural way of existence. 

And yet every day we wake up with the driving question of what is it I have to do because the question of what is it I am able to see is seen as careless and a waste of time.

Which has done nothing but make us machines to the machines we build. Creating them for the purpose of giving us a purpose. We have largely become a cog in some massive way of the world that has blinders on to all the rest of existence. 

It's been said that we are human beings, not human doings. And that most of us fall into the trap of the latter of the two. Not living into our true names. Motivated by what is next as opposed to what is now

But what is now?

What is the wave break

or the sun set

or the autumn forest in your life in this very moment?

What is the thing that is existing and worth celebrating but has been missed by the distraction of the doing? Because it is there. And in my experience, giving whatever it may be recognition over the next temporary task brings a lot more life.


Idealism and a puppy

Idealism and a puppy