Walking in a small protected forest, I constantly plunge into the dizzying effects of a landscape given freedom. There is so much to see on a small scale and so much to see looking up. So much to hear in the silence.
In reality there are probably no truly ‘old growth’ habitats left, between man and the alien creatures who follow, the balance is constantly changing. None the less I am grateful to be here now, breathing the air with them.
“Sedges have edges, Rushes are round, Grasses are Hollow, straight to the ground”
Never let them define you! There are no limits.
I will be a tree, thank you very much.
In the season of my own changes, I am comforted that the Earth does not falter or care at all for my struggles. Her constant movement is the rock for my hope.
Please,
let your own heart guide you now.
“The entire purpose of a clean and well-ordered life is to liberate you from the thralldom of chaos and the burden of sorrow. (…) What is wrong with a life which is free from problems? Personality is merely a reflection of the real. (…) Once you realize that the person is merely a shadow of the reality, but not reality itself, you cease to fret and worry. You agree to be guided from within and life becomes a journey into the unknown.”
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
The Myth of Trees 