Still as a Tree
Day 122 of my tree puja.
In which I experience a feeling of oneness as the wind blows me and the tree and everything that is there with us.
Delightful winter has fully settled in, the tree is happy to have dropped her load of worldly attachments and renounced even the clothes she wore…
Even as the waves toss us
Day 109 of my tree puja.
In which I reflect on the ability of trees, oceans, and hopefully, me, to withstand the storms of life.
Autumn is finally being felt and the tree is withdrawing herself, her energy. She is very quiet…
Like freshly hung washing
Day 97 of my tree puja.
In which I witness the passivity of the tree.
The rain has softly come, in blobs and drips and sighs. A deep breath of wind generates a ripple of movement in the leaves…
Be still, like a tree
Day 83 of my tree puja.
Stillness is the secret.
I squatted beneath the tree, closed my eyes and was still, face held by hands. The tree is so still…