Finding my footing
Day 98 of my tree puja.
In which I use Sanskrit words from the 8 limbs of raja yoga. The purpose of raja yoga is to still the mind. The tree puja does this.
Concentration. Puja is also about concentration, dharana. A state of sense withdrawal, pratyahara, spontaneously occurs as I squat by the tree…
Dissolution
Day 88 of my tree puja.
In a philosophical frame of mind these days, considering my own, and the tree’s, and even the power pole’s, absence.
One day, we cannot know when, the tree will be no more, I will be no more, the house, the buzzing power pole, all the things that seem so permanent, will die and crumble, somehow…
I went also at dusk today
Day 84 of my tree puja.
For the first time, I practice twice in a day, at dawn and dusk. The experience is quite different.
I felt how her energy, and all the movement of nature was downward. The energy is moving down into the earth…
A world without trees is unthinkable
Day 81 of my tree puja.
Trees are more important than humans.
A world without humans would be a peaceful and still beautiful place…
Comfortable in earth and sky
Day 62 of my tree puja.
Yesterday I put the sprinkler on to water the tree. Today, I sense her relief.
The tree is no longer thirsty…
Everything is about energy
Day 57 of my tree puja.
Structure and energy and continuum are the themes at the moment.
…the energy of the ritual has somehow been captured, stabilised, and strengthened.
Sit Quietly and Listen
Day 40 of my tree puja. The surging energy engulfs me, welcoming me into its organic totality of self.
Birds are singing and racketing all around. Lapwings call to one another, while smaller songbirds trill away in the background. I imagine the vibrations we sit amongst, the tree and me.
Then Zoomed Past a Car
Day 38 of my tree puja. Nestled in nature, I am disturbed by a passing car, an industrial invasion clashing with the blossom universe unfolding around me.
The flowers are very relaxed, just hanging there in mid-air, waiting for visitors on the wing...
I awoke filled with love.
Day 31 of my tree puja. I am becoming elemental.
The ground was very cold, biting, but so strong, and rich, and alive. My feet joined it, becoming part of the soil’s life, just another biota, another bit of matter, with water flowing inside, and air inside that...
The tree stood silent under the moon
Day 8 of my tree puja. In which I offer the warmth of my body to the cold soil.
This morning, I went to the tree, which shone in the moonlight.
Trees wear no shoes
Day 2 of my tree puja journal. There is always an insight, a moment of truth and peace.
I looked up at the remaining leaves against the last of the night sky. A little breeze came, and the leaves and the breeze had a morning conversation. They talk in whispers and movement, through touch…