"I felt so light in both
my mind and body without holding back any single thought. It
was absolutely a new discovery sensory for me. I was totally
attracted by this scenery and unconsciously imprinted this beautiful
picture and calmness deep inside my heart. The cloud was flowing
in the air like a big piece of white sheet.Ê Its softness
touched deep down into my heart with embracing love. I walked
down slope and tried to catch some cloud to keep into my pocket
forever. I couldn't. The golden sunshine has taken them away
in a single moment. Then, I recognized that clouds cannot be
caught. They belong to the sky, not my pocket."
A Magical Lake
It was late morning, and I
walked down to the end of the street to be with my beach. Lake
Ontario is more like an inland sea, and often acts like one depending
on the wind. You can't see the opposite shore, and in the summer
people wind surf. Once, during one of the big hurricanes down
south, I saw people surfing the lake. Today, from the sidewalk
I could see the water - one mammoth, gem-like sparkle. It was
magical. The sky to the southeast over the lake was blue with
large white clouds floating over it, moving shadows across the
water. Behind me, the northwest sky was darkening with an incoming
system. I got to the beach and saw all the twigs and branches
littering the grass and sand, evidence of the winter wind's pruning
effects. I saw seagulls wheel and dive and hover. I saw the "air"
beneath dogs' feet as they left the ground to jump and catch
balls and frisbees. I felt the cool air enter my hood and snake
down my neck. At the water's edge the waves were beating on the
gravel as each wave landed on, then caressed and clawed, the
shore. The gravel rolled around and made a little barking sound.
Connections of air:
The wind/spirit churns up the
lake.
The wind/spirit churns up me.
The opposite shore of the lake
is invisible to me.
The opposite shore of my life is invisible to me.
The lake looks magical when
it sparkles.
I look magical when I sparkle.
The skies are clear in spots
and stormy in others.
My soul is clear in spots and stormy in others.
The wind/spirit prunes trees.
The wind/spirit prunes me.
Seagulls use the wind/spirit
to wheel, dive, and hover.
I use the wind/spirit to wheel, dive, and hover.
Dogs "grab some air/spirit"
when they play.
I "grab some air/spirit" when I play.
The cool air can blow on me
and sneak down the defenses of my hood.
Spirit can blow on me and sneak down the defense of my personality.
The waves beat on the gravel
as each landed on, caressed and clawed the shore.
The air/spirit beats on me, landing, caressing, and clawing at
my edges and shores.
The wind/waves made the gravel
roll around and make little barking sounds.
At times, spirit can make me do the same. (But mostly, my sister's
dog Gracie does that.)
Marie McLean <lucidliving@acncanada.net>
Contagious Perfection
Kurtland and I were giving
a talk at our Unitarian Universality
Fellowship meeting on Earth Day Every Day! For some reason, I
was unusually nervous about this presentation. So I went out
in my back yard and looked around for an attraction. I saw a
Bottle Brush tree and was attracted by the color and delicacy
of its unique blossoms. My sense of movement was attracted by
the gently waving of the branches. I asked permission to connect
with this being and being even more attracted, knew I had received
her welcome. I let one of the blossoms rest lightly in my hand.
I stroked its featheriness, which tickled my palm. I looked at
it up very close and paid attention to the formation of every
part. The deep reds and light yellows filled my sense of color.
I began to breathe with my new friend, satisfying my sense of
respiration. My mind began to calm. I looked at several more
blossoms, some just becoming and some ready to drop off and I
sensed the transformation process. And the thought came to my
mind, "No matter what stage this being is in, no matter
how buffeted by winds and rain, or dried out by sun - no matter
what the circumstances - it is just perfect." I looked around
me and saw that the sky was a perfect blue with perfect white
fluffy clouds floating in it. The pond was a perfect shimmer
with a perfect Egret standing in perfect stillness waiting for
breakfast. And I remembered that all nature is perfect, and humans
are part of nature. And I knew that our talk would be perfect
and that all the people who would hear it would get exactly what
they needed and wanted from it, fulfilling all our senses of
nurturing and community.
And so it was!
Gaia Davies <kurt.gaia.davies@mindspring.com>