The ground is not so cold anymore.

How to practise tree puja is explained in my book, Yoga Day by Day. Illustrated by Mangalananda.

August 2nd, 2009

Awoke feeling inner disturbance. Don’t know why. At such times I wonder what’s happening with distant loved ones. Are they okay? Is something disturbing their worlds and equilibriums?

So, I set about my ritual. The ground is not so cold anymore, the mulch from the wattle is deep and soft. My focus for the tree was not good. I put the clay deepak on the brick. I lit the incense in the ground. I poured water from the rain bowl. I said my words. But I was not connecting, so I apologised and stood, feeling the buds gently, imagining the floral extravaganza that is in preparation.

A kookaburra laughed in the distance, other birds were busy nearby, and the electrical buzz of the power pole seemed extra loud.

Peace.

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