Posts Tagged ‘zen’
A blank piece of paper, and a pencil. That’s all it took for the truth to come out.
My head, connected to the big bubble.
My heart, my guts, my hands, and my feet, in another space altogether.
In my green memory bank, today I retrieved a moment long ago, with my parents, walking up a path, in the French Alps. The image is fuzzy, there are pine trees towering over us, and forming an imaginary kingdom. The damp earth is soft under my feet, and I take in the smell of possibility of mushrooms. Drunk from the mountain air, I feel happy, totally.
What is in your green memory bank? How many moments, stored away, and still potent with the intensity of childhood, can you go back to? And access the love you felt in the midst of nature.
Out to get the Sunday papers, I am welcomed by the sound of birds singing high up in the bare trees across the street. Soon I hear a symphony, of birds far and near, competing for my attention. And the thought, what would happen if, one day, all the birds vanished?
Foot step, foot step, foot step, . . . all I can hear is the sound of my foot steps. The soles of my shoes, hitting the pavement. Feet, shoes, cement. And the earth, underneath. Two levels removed. Foot step, foot step, foot step, . . .
Mind filled with worries, I am inside. Until I remember to look up, and notice the trees, and down, boring earth, shriveled leaves, in between cement. The smell of nature, mixed in with man made elements. Baily, pulling me. She thinks we are going right. No, today we will turn around. I am in a hurry to go home.