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 …
The Great Teachers
Day 120 of my tree puja.
In which I acknowledge the wise ones who teach us important things for navigating life. The tree has become such a one for me.
This morning’s puja was for the great teachers …
The tree is patient
Day 7 of my tree puja. I don’t quite get there.
This morning the tree excused me from visiting.
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.