I felt impatient
Day 104 of my tree puja.
In which I reflect on the possibility of having been too patient in my life.
I have been in Sydney. This morning is wet and underfoot I felt the sting of cold, very sharp. There were some birds making a racket…
I went too early
Day 95 of my tree puja.
In which I get the timing wrong.
I went too early, still dark. Birds were still fast asleep, no sound, no movement except me…
In the Deathliness of Space
Day 39 of my tree puja. With her spring blossom comes a fresh, enlivened energy and magic. My relationship with the ritual and the tree shifts into a deeper, more subtle and intimate place.
...bunches of petals have emerged from wood, a common miracle. She surrounds me. I squat, eyes closed, hands joined in prayer; I think towards her.
I knew that something had changed
Day 21 of my tree puja. Sensing shifts in the tree’s energy according to the seasons was a remarkable aspect of the tree puja. Our urban, house-dwelling lives have desensitised us to this subtle knowledge. Reconnection comes with the routine of ritual.
And I knew that the tree was preparing for Spring, that its blood was starting to flow and its buds to swell.