I haven't been very inspired lately. Thus the fact that my last post was February 15th. I can't explain my funk for all of those days but, for the last 10 days I have had a cold. I easily fell into a pity party...poor me, I don't feel good. I should have stayed home from work for more than two days, like a week.
Anyway, I feel better today. I feel good enough to count my blessings and bake banana bread.
Cheyenne and I walked to my favorite spot this morning, a small grove of cedars about a mile away. Have you ever entered a place that took your breath away with it's holiness? That is what this haven of green is for me. Today there was the added bonus of a light fog, talk about mysical!
I stop, turn my face up, close my eyes and wait. I lose a sense of myself as this divine unity envelops me. When I finally I step out of the canopy of those blessed trees, I gaze back, reluctant to leave that safe place. Once more I have hope and am released from my worries. What a gift this small piece of land is.
You might skoff and say that it I am projecting my own desire for a holy ground, but my neighbor mentioned "the cedars" to me, one day. I took her implication that she too has found blessings there.
Barry Lopez described a similar experience. As he eloquently put it..."I experienced space and time as one....space and time penetrated each other. It could be reverence, I thought...the physical and emotional worlds were part of the same bolt of cloth, and I was embedded in this setting."
I'm pretty sure that we all have this gift presented to us and often. Go find yours.