Thank you for all of this, dear friend. I love the world by looking closely at all her beauty—and when I forget to, and the general malaise of this time starts to grow, I throw myself outside to get back to the looking. Yesterday, a friend who’s a recently certified forest bathing practitioner took us on a guided forest walk and ohhhh! It did me so much good, and made all the love so tangible. I hadn’t thought of it before, but all those leafy branches of the canopy kind of felt like a laying on if hands, a green blessing. Sending love and courage to everyone below our Canadian border today—you and yours in particular. 🌿
Oh, Martha! That image of the trees laying on hands took my breath. Yes. Yes. Much love to you, my friend, and endless thanks for all the times you bring me back to myself through your steady commitment to beauty and gratitude. 🙏
Holy shit, Asha, I'm so excited for you!! I also have a constant push and pull between being a part of the human world and being in the green world. I have my favorite trees in my usual hiking spots that I miss if I don't get to say hello often enough. You will have so many new trees to get to know. :)
I have been thinking lately that the time that I most experience peace and unity with the cosmos is when I sit down for meals, and am fortunate enough to get to gaze out into the woods behind our house. Recently we've been starting that tine off with readings from Thích Nhất Hạnh's little book "How to Eat".
Second place goes to retreating to my shop, to fix and/or create.
The poem made me cry. I've been feeling weighed down with the grief. Thank you for sharing it. I'm hoping the cold I'm fighting will leave me with enough energy to join the protest tomorrow. I think of protests as first and foremost about taking care of ourselves by gathering with others who share our horror, so we don't feel so alone. A balm for the grief.
Oh my God. I couldn't love this essay more. I love this mixed up, messed up world so much, in all its brokenness and lessons and mixed messages and fragility and succor. I don't love the horror and the hate, but I accept that they seem to be part of the bargain we get for being here as humans. I love that I don't have to give up all hope, that more will be revealed, that I am not in charge, that there are people here who write and say the most amazing things that keep me saner than I could possibly be alone (looking at you, Asha, and a handful of others who create grace through the transmutation and translation of spirit into words and back again), that I get to live this life, today, this lucky life, that I get to be of service, sometimes, that I get to connect with other humans and beings and energies, that there are more people who care, that something is happening here beyond the cruelty, that someday, somehow, more will be revealed, that we ourselves are part of that more, that today is a good day because each of us is here for it, however reluctantly, that rivers run and winds blow and rain falls and moons rise, and tomorrow is a brand new day, and I will never know everything there is to know, and maybe that's okay. 💙 Thank you ✨️ namaste 🕉 aloha 🌺
Whee!! You did it ~ so happy for
you Asha and that poem by Ellen Bass always guts me, and sometimes it's better to be gutted than be numb in this mad, mad world. xo
Thank you for all of this, dear friend. I love the world by looking closely at all her beauty—and when I forget to, and the general malaise of this time starts to grow, I throw myself outside to get back to the looking. Yesterday, a friend who’s a recently certified forest bathing practitioner took us on a guided forest walk and ohhhh! It did me so much good, and made all the love so tangible. I hadn’t thought of it before, but all those leafy branches of the canopy kind of felt like a laying on if hands, a green blessing. Sending love and courage to everyone below our Canadian border today—you and yours in particular. 🌿
Oh, Martha! That image of the trees laying on hands took my breath. Yes. Yes. Much love to you, my friend, and endless thanks for all the times you bring me back to myself through your steady commitment to beauty and gratitude. 🙏
Holy shit, Asha, I'm so excited for you!! I also have a constant push and pull between being a part of the human world and being in the green world. I have my favorite trees in my usual hiking spots that I miss if I don't get to say hello often enough. You will have so many new trees to get to know. :)
Spot on, as usual. Thanks for putting words to paper in a way that reflect my feelings too. Xo
I have been thinking lately that the time that I most experience peace and unity with the cosmos is when I sit down for meals, and am fortunate enough to get to gaze out into the woods behind our house. Recently we've been starting that tine off with readings from Thích Nhất Hạnh's little book "How to Eat".
Second place goes to retreating to my shop, to fix and/or create.
The poem made me cry. I've been feeling weighed down with the grief. Thank you for sharing it. I'm hoping the cold I'm fighting will leave me with enough energy to join the protest tomorrow. I think of protests as first and foremost about taking care of ourselves by gathering with others who share our horror, so we don't feel so alone. A balm for the grief.
love this post....x0
Love this post…TY. One of my dreams is to also find a little bit of land that is treed outside and put a rv or platform for a tent.
Good to hear that you will be experiencing this with your son.
Oh my God. I couldn't love this essay more. I love this mixed up, messed up world so much, in all its brokenness and lessons and mixed messages and fragility and succor. I don't love the horror and the hate, but I accept that they seem to be part of the bargain we get for being here as humans. I love that I don't have to give up all hope, that more will be revealed, that I am not in charge, that there are people here who write and say the most amazing things that keep me saner than I could possibly be alone (looking at you, Asha, and a handful of others who create grace through the transmutation and translation of spirit into words and back again), that I get to live this life, today, this lucky life, that I get to be of service, sometimes, that I get to connect with other humans and beings and energies, that there are more people who care, that something is happening here beyond the cruelty, that someday, somehow, more will be revealed, that we ourselves are part of that more, that today is a good day because each of us is here for it, however reluctantly, that rivers run and winds blow and rain falls and moons rise, and tomorrow is a brand new day, and I will never know everything there is to know, and maybe that's okay. 💙 Thank you ✨️ namaste 🕉 aloha 🌺