October

 
" For once in my life I felt no compulsion to lose myself; I was totally content just to be. Simply to take part in the natural order of the day, to observe the sunrise, clouds, sky, weather, and sunset, was enough to make a liturgical progression of the day. 
The sunsets were especially compelling; it took a good four hours to watch the sun begin it's decline, drop below the horizon, and give way to the night, which came seeping up from the deep valleys. Full, dark and glorious, with it's stars, changing of the moon, and the northern lights. At full moon I was so identified with the animal life around me I could not sleep. The entire forest was awake with it's nocturnal energy, and I made my way back in evolution to the time before the disaster of the Garden of Eden. During those nights I was out of time and not subject to self-conscious suffering of fallen humankind. The animals taught me, and I was made humble and safe."

Extract from "Balancing Heaven and Earth" - Robert a. Johnson  
 

 

Blackberrying

 

Some little root of the sacred tree

Without the gravity of soft loamy earth, ragged grass and splintered stone beneath my feet I begin to loose my footing.
Without connection to nature I fragment and scatter into a thousand infinitely small shards.

I need to feel the brace of the wind chill my skin and the vastness of the sky above me as I walk Sylvie across the stubbly fields and up the hill. It reminds me of my place and makes me simple again, like the thoughtful chewing of the sheep on the pasture and the silent grace of the Sparrowhawks hovering.

My soul wading deep in woodland, among woven nests and bracken.
Here, I am at home, fully within my body and fully a part of the world around me.

"It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives.  Nourish it then
That it may leaf
And bloom
And fill with singing birds!"
  Black Elk

September come she will

 




 




"How deep and wide will be the ocean of Slumber,
And how recent was the dawn"

Kahlil Gibran

Eat, Sing, Pray

We'll sit together. Eat, sing, pray.

Meeting Place

  “We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them.”

Ram Dass