There are days here that pull me into profound presence - I am walking prayer. One
recent afternoon, when finally the relentless storms cleared, I took my tea to the moss
garden. It seemed that the whole forest came alive to celebrate. One frog began the chorus, then hundreds joined in. The trees filled with chickadees, wood thrushes, and warblers, all gathered around this little clearing to sing. Hemlock trunks steamed as
they warmed in the sun, their boughs filled with drops of water sparkling red and green and blue. It was at this moment, while watching tiny colored raindrops shimmering
on the end of branches, that my spirit bowed in reverence.
For a long while I sat and listened, entranced and deeply present with this mossy
bit of earth. Moments that catch and take me are both grounding and expansive.
There is nothing more profound than experiencing these both within one moment.
I feel true presence as rigid as bone and as wide as the space between breaths.
When eventually the chorus quieted some, I meandered through the paths,
They look so striking against the green mosses. I've been musing lately about
these amphibians. They begin in water as larvae, then come out to land in
their red eft form, then go back into the water and transform into adults. It
came to me one day that maybe we humans have this kind of experience - from
the source to our embryonic beginnings, to life on land, then back to source.
I'll leave you with the rest of my photos from wandering that wet, WET afternoon.