More than one hundred years ago, while convalescing in hospital, Margaret Montague had an unexpected and beautiful experience of life as it really is. The nurses had just wheeled her outside for some fresh air. As she recalls, it was an ordinary, dingy day. Her spirits were about the same, as was generally the case for her at that time. She could not remember if the revelation came slowly or suddenly, only that she was overcome with the stunning beauty of it.
I only remember finding myself in the very midst of those wonderful moments, beholding life for the first time in all its young intoxication of loveliness, in its unspeakable joy, beauty, and importance. I saw no new thing, but I saw all the usual things in a miraculous new light – in what I believe is their true light. I saw for the first time how wildly beautiful and joyous, beyond any words of mine to describe, is the whole of life. Every human being moving across that porch, every sparrow that flew, every branch tossing in the wind, was caught in and was a part of the whole mad ecstasy of loveliness, of joy, of importance, of intoxication of life. Continue reading “The Heart of Reality”