One day I sat in the woods, which I found to be stunningly different than walking ‘through’ the woods. And in the sitting, the woods jumped to life with a spirited activity that I had scarcely ever seen or known to exist. And as I sat there turning this way and that in order to draw it all in, I thought that it was not the woods coming alive. Rather, it was me coming to a halt.
~Craig D. Lounsbrough
what is missing?
inquiry for today~ tying the metaphor to the meaning….
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives
with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day blind
stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace
of the world,
and am free.
Such beautiful colors!
Dreamers who forget to dream…count me in. I don’t know what time it is in your part of the world, but it’s just before dawn, here, and I haven’t slept a bit. Forgot to dream, literally!
“…wild things who do not tax their lives with the forethought of grief.”
This reminds me of a term that I recently learned, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. It is basically that forethought or assumption that one will be rejected by others, before it even happens. I have struggled with this my entire life, without having the words to describe the experience.
Wild things must have a peace that is inaccessible to humans. They have their own worries, I guess? Different from ours.
Remembering to walking and sit in mindfulness … thanks!
walk. sit. feel. dream. despair. rest. allow. walk. sit. feel. dream…………
After enlightenment, the laundry ! Thanks for your presence and all of your thoughtful replies. May your footsteps in the sand ever lead others to the seashore… (where land and water and air meet, that is the place where magic is wrought – A.A. Bailey, A Treatise on White Magic)