Nature is on Tiptoes
Day 45 of my tree puja. Blossoms all but gone, lengthening days feed an abundance of light to the eager leaves.
This morning has the quality of mist – like a cat’s fur without the cat, or cherry blossom without the tree. Still, silent, and soft, nature is on tiptoes, quietly breathing, nothing else.
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...