January 19, 2021
Words put into play inside my forest journal on November 9, 2020. I’ve done something extremely rare. It’s caused an odd feeling. Standing in my forest. I’ve come here to be present with the trees and nature’s music. The feelings deep within aren’t matching the peace filled atmosphere around me. It’s as if uncertainty has been heightened. And for what reason? We’re exhausted by the constant barrage of events crashing against the everyday headlines. This feeling. It’s not what I’m supposed to be bringing into these trees! The walks and moments of meditation have always been my connection not distraction. My concentration must find its rightful path. Being with these trees was to be the escape. I’ve carried with me the world. And is that truer message? Openness by way of awareness. To be mindful of the present. To listen. In writing this, I’m given a story of a very spiritual man that walked into a garden. The weight of the world upon his back. He stepped inside to find. Maybe that’s what we need to be doing. Instead of binge watching endless amounts of television and feverishly leaping all over social media. The best escape is the forest or garden. The universe isn’t judgmental. It knows what you’re carrying. Walk in and find. To find what? What is what? To find. One of the lessons learned while growing with meditation was being available to shut off the desire to know the answer to a question. Through social media and binge watching we’re handed an unhealthy supply of information overload. I laughed the other day when a guest was so disappointed that she couldn’t locate enough plastic boxes to store her things. She said, “With so much unpredictable moments in the world I need to get my life together.” The weight of the world in physical form. I can’t imagine what we’re carrying in our hearts and head. No need for plastic boxes. The forest or garden. Walk in and find.