Today I pause to spend a moment with a delicate mountain laurel flower that has caught my eye on the side of the trail; I exhale and let that one thing fill me, then bow slightly as I continue up the trail. I imagine the whole system of which the flower is a part, the supernova that created the molecules of the mountain laurel flower, the creation of soil from the erosion of rocks, the seed that fell in that place, the light from the sun that generated the leaves. That single white flower is a gate to the whole.
