My neighbor once saw me walking through the woods.
“Something wrong?” he shouted.
“No, not at…” I smiled. “This tree is absolutely perfect.”
I like to lay my hands upon the trees, you see—to feel their roughened texture in the ‘lines’ time has worn well into its grooves. For me, the trees have always served as the most formidable of forest preachers. Why, sometimes I can even ‘feel’ the tree before I’ve ever shifted my hand.
“In their highest boughs the world rustles,” shares author, Hermann Hesse. “Their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.”
This is the heart of my practice – to find this spaciousness of connection, our inexplicable bond with all living things. To understand, that we are here so very much alive…my darlings, this is the miracle of mindfulness.
Thank you, Sweet Tara! Many hugs and much love to you and our trees today!
Thank you, Penny ~ Much love… <3