Thursday, October 16, 2008

other world

I think there is a whole other world out there. I catch glimpses of it at times. There is a crispness to this world that makes me feel as if I walk in a fog most of the time. When we die, perhaps our souls- our energy- return to this world of light,action, sleep and teeth. We leave behind the world of thought and feelings- moving back into the world of sweet decay and contentment found in a meal and a nest.

Now, in the mornings when I am able to take a jog, I give over to the pleasure of feeling my muscles and greeting the roadside plants. I watch them- see them bloom, ripen, decay and rest. As I pass them, I say their names in my mind:
Raphanus raphanistrum (what a great name!)- Wild Radish- a treat now to see blooming white and lilac; Wild bramble rose- red hips hanging like garnets; an Apple tree still holding on to some of it's apples which fill the air with a smell of cider; poison oak putting on it's stunning red and orange autumn colors which fool the tourists into picking armfuls; and there- on the hill- wild grapes hang in the arms of the Hazelnut tree. What bounty! My friends, I am always happy to see you.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Where peace lies

It is in an image of green water that brings me peace these days. I wonder where it is? You walk through the woods to get there and there is a closeness and warmth that soothes.

Just last month, it all slipped through my fingers. I could look and see the sacred, but I could not feel it at all. All is chance and all is lost even before it is found. It was a lonely place.

Then this came to me- a message-a reminder- whatever, I needed it: "There is enough. There is enough love. There is enough time. There is enough forgiveness. There is enough strength." I believed it and I felt it. It was as if my heart opened again. There is enough.

Bridge to Autumn

The energy of this time pours and swirls. It can connect and it can befuddle. It builds until it sweeps me to a different place all together. The energy of this time of year is wild, but I trust it. I will let it flow through me.

I wake to wind and rain. A white egret was standing in the pond with a group of mallards around it. I want to dance with the leaves and meditate with the water birds.