None precisely symmetrical our perfect, but all incredibly
beautiful and unique!
The daisies come with special thoughts of Kippy in Nevada
I have this wonderful meditation by Gerry Gavin “Standing shamanic meditation”. It’s a meditation that leaves me feeling grounded in Mother Earth’s energy and filled with a sense of peace. I’ve been wanting to go out into the open field lately, especially at the full moon, but just didn’t get the chance (or the gumption) to do it. Granted, the weather hasn’t been conducive to midnight jaunts either. Tonight, there was a breeze, but it wasn’t cold. Out here on the farm, the air was fresh and sweet. The time was right, even though the Moon was past her fullness.
I didn’t want to be surprised by the arrival of the dog during my meditation, so I called Kaiser to join me. He settled himself in the thick, soft grass a couple of paces away from my feet. Normally, he’d lean up against me, but I think he sensed I needed his presence while wanting space. I looked up into a pair of glowing eyes. Ah! Company! The white-faced cow regarded me with curiosity. There was no moon, as the sky was blanketed with drifting dark cloud. I appreciated the dark though, as I wanted to go unnoticed.
It was as I was drawing energy up from the Earth that I felt the Moon break through her cover and light up the field around me. It turned my meditational time into something magical. I still feel the tingling in my hands and feet.
If I had a wish tonight, it would be that everyone could experience something like this…. a deep connection with our Mother Earth and a sense her energy, bathed in the moon’s light.
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There is a sound to the forest. It whispers to my soul. It speaks to me of an ancient earth nourishing the roots it holds, of birds chattering on gently swaying branches, each leaf telling me a story of a wisdom older than man. The endlessly flowing stream reminds me of the passage of time, carrying with it all the pains of the past, cleansing, purifying, healing. Rocks, older than time itself, encourage endurance and speak to me of staying strong and true to myself and my dreams.
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I took a walk. We’ve had some rain, you see. This was the first dry, sunny day. I found unexpected rivers in our country lanes.
The views were all gorgeous!
I do love gorse! The gorse here is, to me, symbolic of gutsy endurance, flowering and bringing sunshine to every view right through the dull grey (and sometimes white) winter.
The country lane eventually dwindled into a bramble-filled track that also showed signs of rain and snow melt ‘rivers’.
Roads leading off into the distance have always appealed to me. When they’re in a forest, they’re all the more special!
I think I’ve found the spot I’d love to build a home!
The walk back was as lovely as the walk up.
Even the stones were pretty and fascinating. That stone was half the size of my palm and each black spot is a teeny tiny mushroomy fungus thing :)
All in all, it was a delightful walk and just what this body and soul needed!
Needless to say, a walk on the ‘wild side’, for me, would not have been complete without an ‘incident’. I decided to take a short cut across a water-logged field coming home. Bad idea. Up to the ankles in slimy mud was my lesson-of-the-day. Short cuts aren’t always the right way to go.
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