aBlaze in the Forest.

I slide in late.  It's a workshop that had appealed to my senses weeks ago and now, in the dark wet night, I am less enticed by the streetlight's reflections leaning toward the door than I am by the idea of going to bed.  early.

So I recognize I have a little attitude when I shouldn't.  It's 'Healing Art' for gods sake.  This is what I do.  And then it dawns on me.  This is why I have the attitude...this is what I DO.  All the while we've been asked to form a circle.  Ok. Fine.  and then a partner.  oh No.  Not fine.  I'm not ready to put my tea down...or take my jacket off.  I need some time to let the rain dry off my shoes so I can open up a little bit.  But there we are.  Trees.  Grounding into the earth and staring into one another's eyes and I've put my tea down.  and my jacket is off.  and I'm showing up now.  Sort of.  I've done this all before.  I say to myself.  and actually, I'd much rather be facilitating than letting this stranger put his 'branch' on my shoulder.  But I go through motions until it's time for sculpting.  our trees.  I choose a table that looks quiet..the 'get it done' people.  That feels good.  So We get to work with clay.  That feels good.  I like the feeling in my hands.  I want to massage it for some reason.  Slowly smooth out the rough fingerprints of my fast working fingers.  I'm into it now.  I'm here.  I'm present. ..And then my neighbor starts talking.  Complaining, actually.  Her tree keeps falling down.  "Well of course it is." I think.  It's a 2 and a half foot long snake that you are trying to make curve up toward the sun.  I ignore her.  and I keep to smoothing my tree, clear that if we have to partner again, it won't be with her. 

And then, of course, we partner.  I even attempt to reach out to someone else but we end up together.  Sharing our conversations with our trees.  She seems like she has a lot to say, so I invite her to go first.  OF course.  What she says, sounds almost exactly what MY tree said.  That can't be?!?  I didn't want her to be like me.  I didn't want me to be like her. 

Funny how it works.

It was a beautiful exchange. 

And then the lights went down.  The trees were quiet and Together, so were we.

ode to the Mamas...

 Grow...She sang.  And I Grew.  Fly...they sang.  And I Flew.  I'll hold you...the Earth sang.  And I was held...Free to be Perfectly Me...and so Today and Every Day the seed of Gratitude swells in my heart for My Mama...for All my Mamas...for all THE Mamas that sing the songs of Love.  Freedom.  Light...  LOVE  FREEDOM  and LIGHT

Grow...She sang.  And I Grew.  Fly...they sang.  And I Flew.  I'll hold you...the Earth sang.  And I was held...Free to be Perfectly Me...and so Today and Every Day the seed of Gratitude swells in my heart for My Mama...for All my Mamas...for all THE Mamas that sing the songs of Love.  Freedom.  Light...

LOVE

FREEDOM

and LIGHT

like a leaf.

like a leaf.

I want to fold over myself and return to the womb of the Tree, tightly secured to the tip of the branch, gelled together in pure sweet sapness, dreaming of the stretch.

the unfurl. the breath. the light....the newness of it all. 

The glory of it all.  The beauty of it all.

 

I guess that's Living in the land of the Trees where we truly become the leaves that dry up and die...dormant...dreaming until we are born again by the light and warmth of a new day.

like a new leaf.

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