“You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky,”Pablo Neruda
I had a restless night. Too much on my mind, the house still overly hot from the heatwave, the weight and worry of caring for others heavy on my shoulders.
Eventually, at 2.20am I rose, and began my morning meditation. There is always comfort for me in sitting, taking up my Mala or a crystal or my singing bowl, and then falling into the familiar space of connection, prayer and energy work.
When my meditation finished it was still dark, and yet I was wide awake. Ben and the dogs were sleeping, so I made a mug of tea and went and sat on the front steps of the house in my pajamas.
What a relief to open the front door. A gentle but persistent breeze was blowing. The breeze was cool and there was moisture in it. It gave me deep relief to sit on the steps, sip my tea, smell the clean air, and watch the world slowly move from dark to brighter grey. The sky was filled with soft, low cloud. Soon, a little light rain fell, and when the rain finished the birds began their morning song.
I was still alone, on the steps, in the grey half-light, my empty mug beside me, but I was filled up again. My worries? Nothing had changed, and yet during that quiet time in meditation and then as witness to the cool, wet dawn, I had changed. I was returned to myself. Calm again. Strong again. Ready for the new day.
More than that, I had but one thought – and it did not relate to a single one of the things on today’s list of tasks, or the worries in my head.
I need to plant more trees. The thought was clear, resounding, profound. I can’t do much, but I can plant more trees.
I’ll make a little time today for trees. Not just to think about them, but to take action. Trees is something I can do, at a time where I feel powerless in many other areas. That’s a good plan. Both practical and spiritual.
Love, misty mornings, and Melbourne Breakfast Tea, Nicole xx