Sunday, December 20, 2009

I become part of it ...

The mountains, I become part of it ...
The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering
     waters,
I become part of it.
The wilderness, the dew drops, the
     pollen ...
I become part of it.
          Navajo Chant, Earth Prayers, 1991, p. 5
Today I practiced outside in full daylight. It was 12 degrees. Quiet. The snow rested heavily on the Earth. The trees, the woodpecker, the grey squirrels ... I became part of it.

I am part of it still.... My fingers tingle as they rest lightly on the keyboard, waiting for words to come. How do I describe what it feels like to link yourself into the quiet peacefulness of a winter morning in the woods? There's an unidentifiable hum in the air.... Is it the music of the spheres? The heartbeat of the Earth? An electrical charge that stabilizes our Earth's place in the cosmos?

Yes, I hear the sound of snowmobiles in the distance. But here there is nothing more than a slight rustling of branches in treetops as the wind wanders by. Two woodpeckers cheep, cheep, cheep their way up the trunk of a tree. Four or five bluejays whisk to the top of surrounding trees and then disappear.

As I practice I feel like a tree moving lightly in the breeze. But, no, I'm not tranquil, rooted, or strong enough to maintain my Cosmic Consciousness Pose into eternity. Still, for this moment, I become part of it....

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