Here is Home, the Wild Home
Day 42 of my tree puja.
Spring is an energy moving through the garden, its air, soil and mind.
I went to the tree, and held her flowers to my face, burying my nose, eyes, mouth, appearance in the petals…
The tree ignored me completely.
Day 25 of my tree puja. Dawn is the traditional time for the spiritual practice of yoga and meditation, when we are transitioning from the unconsciousness of sleep to the activities of the day. There is a special atmosphere of peace and quiet which we become part of. Today I discover the power of that time, by missing it.
I went after sunrise when it was light; it was too late…
The ground is not so cold anymore.
Day 23 of my tree puja, in which I move from inner disturbance to inner peace.
Awoke feeling inner disturbance. Don’t know why. At such times I wonder …
For my teacher
Day 18 of my tree puja. I had news that my yoga teacher from the 1970s had died. She was a precious person, so the puja was dedicated to her.