The feet, our roots
Day 93 of my tree puja.
Thinking about feet, and roots.
The weather has turned cold, as it always does when the tomatoes start to ripen. I noticed my feet avoiding cold contact with the concrete path…
The tree responded
Day 56 of my tree puja
Sunrise is at 5:40am, so even if I’m late, it’s still early!
All those months last year I would not offer a flower. Then in India I spent ten days decorating a shrine with flowers, culminating in an amazing marigold extravaganza…
Sydney, then India
Day 52 of my tree puja.
I can roam but the tree cannot. I say farewell until December 30th.
I assured the tree that I will return. The ritual creates these feelings and connections, by whatever means.
Humanness and Treeishness
Day 50 of my tree puja.
At times the business of life makes connection with the tree’s energy difficult.
Humans think and feel and make choices…
Here is Home, the Wild Home
Day 42 of my tree puja.
Spring is an energy moving through the garden, its air, soil and mind.
I went to the tree, and held her flowers to my face, burying my nose, eyes, mouth, appearance in the petals…
I felt the tree as Mother Nature
Day 24 of my tree puja, in which I experience the tree’s embrace as Mother Nature.
A rooster in the distance, birds awakening – the dawn always reminds me of India, for in India I am always outside at dawn.