Transformed into Nourishment
Day 121 of my tree puja.
In which I perceive freedom in the nakedness of the tree, and in its loss of finery, the passing of time, from which comes wisdom.
The leaf samskaras lie rotting into the earth whence they came, the tree is naked …
Because my head needs sorting out.
Day 20 of my tree puja. I use the tree puja to help me move on from the death of my teacher.
…looked up through its naked arms to the remaining stars, planets, the simmering light of dawn and said, I’m out of here, as the cold ate into my pink skin, and bits of wet stuff stuck to me.
The dawn sky was dim and holy.
Day 15 of my tree puja. Full moon, snow on the mountain, winter silence is on the tree.
The tree is never absent, but always silent
Day 10 of my tree puja. It’s the winter solstice, the longest night.
I visited the tree in the pre-dawn of the longest night…
She embodies Mother and silence.
The tree stood silent under the moon
Day 8 of my tree puja. In which I offer the warmth of my body to the cold soil.
This morning, I went to the tree, which shone in the moonlight.
Tree, you bring me outside
Day 5 of my tree puja. It’s warm and cosy inside. I venture out to meet the winter morning.
You bring me outside to feel the dripping rain and sodden, rough ground.
The soil is the tree’s ocean
Day 4 of my tree puja. I’m back after some time away. It’s winter now.
I looked up and saw the bare hands of the tree, now that the leaves are all gone.