Feeling is a prayer

I used to enjoy walking past this fuchsia bush. But they’ve cleaned out the gutters now and it’s gone.

2nd February, 2010

I am swelling with emotion just like a ripe bud in spring! Some say that feeling is a prayer. I offer my feeling, there is too much for me. The rituals are evolving, developing by the day.

I have come full circle in the flower offering. I used to react to the idea, feeling it was not right to pluck a flower to offer to a tree. Now I feel that the flowering plants have an eagerness to give and are honoured to make the sacrifice.

This morning the fuchsias came from a plant I had not taken from before. She was humbly waiting, her flowers dripping from the stem – take me, take me. So, I requested and took three flowers, one for the tree, and two for my other rituals.

And with the flowers I stood beneath the tree, my feet bare on the vast planet and felt the all-encompassing energy of the cosmos, of which all things are but forms carved out in frequencies.