The flame of her renunciation
Day 114 of my tree puja.
In which the tree’s renunciation of her leaves and their flame-like appearance, heightens my connection with her.
The shift into spiritual life
Day 113 of my tree puja.
In which the metaphor of renunciation continues as I perceive the tree’s withdrawal of energy from the external to the internal.
I went at dusk, after gardening all day. When I returned from India last summer to find the undergrowth all cleared and the ground naked, I promised the tree I would plant things, and now I have.
Like the naked sadhus of India
Day 112 of my tree puja.
In which I see the autumn tree as a metaphor for the renunciation practised by Indian sadhus.
I have been away, now I am back. In the meantime, she, the tree, has dressed herself in burnt orange, terracotta, which is like the geru (orange) robes of swamis.
She is tired of her leaves
Day 100 of my tree puja.
In which I did not do tree puja, but had an extraordinary insight.
Strange thing. I did not do any pujas this morning. As I lay and relaxed during yoga practice, I looked out the window to the tree.
I Earthed Myself
Day 96 of my tree puja.
It’s warm in the darkness.
The sun is rising later, and daylight saving is still on, so I go in the dark. It is too early in a way…
I went too early
Day 95 of my tree puja.
In which I get the timing wrong.
I went too early, still dark. Birds were still fast asleep, no sound, no movement except me…
Steadiness in change
Day 65 of my tree puja.
The tree’s energy is not static, but it is steady.
Today there is a mingling of energies by the wind, and some talk amongst the different nature devas, trees, and birds…
The tree has courage
Day 3 of my tree puja journal. I feel the courage of the tree and draw on that, as I need it today. There is a poem about bare feet.
Come to me with your feet bare,
And I will wash the dust of journeys past and now.
Trees wear no shoes
Day 2 of my tree puja journal. There is always an insight, a moment of truth and peace.
I looked up at the remaining leaves against the last of the night sky. A little breeze came, and the leaves and the breeze had a morning conversation. They talk in whispers and movement, through touch…
Trees contain the wisdom of God
The first day of my tree puja, 2009. It begins in the rain. And the rain goes on and on.
Last night it rained softly and there are traces of water running in dark lines on the tree trunk. It runs down her body and thence into the soil, having enjoyed her skin and the winding journey of her limbs before disappearing into the dark depths of soil and planet.