This morning, heading up the path into the forest I heard a “crash, crash, crash”, through the bush not far from me.
I knew it was something big ~ likely either elk or bear, to make that much commotion! So, of course my curiosity got the better of my caution and I had to sneak a peak around that next corner where it had crashed away off towards.
And there, from behind some bushes, sneaking a peak back at me, was a beautiful, glossy-coated, black-as-black-can-be young bear. I could just see the top of his head with his Teddy-bear ears; and his gorgeous, clear, present rich brown eyes looking directly into my own and glinting with such intelligence it took my breath away.
What struck me, in the moment, was how so alike we were; the shared experience we were having. We two were equal, having the same feelings, thoughts and actions. Curious, cautious, respectful; intelligent.
As we gazed into each others eyes we had a shared moment of equality of consciousness that I will never forget.
Then we both, simultaneously, turned quietly, and, honouring each other, walked calmly away in our opposite directions.
It’s November 2nd, All-Hallows-Eve just past;
the anniversary of my mother’s passing is tomorrow.
The veil between the worlds is thin.
I’ve stopped to write this while walking through the forest on the mountainside.
The sun is shining, burning off the morning mists after two days of rain.
Silvery shimmers all round. It’s a shiny, clean, sparkly world.
The autumn colours are so intense they take my breath away.
The larch trees are radiating such goldenness against the
rich dark evergreens it’s a wonder such a colour can exist
without bursting into flames.
The depths of the browns of the fallen leaves,
against the impossible variety of greens and shapes and
textures of the mosses staggers my mind.
The smells are deeply nourishing to me.
Sun kissing wet cold earth brings forth a primeval scent that
smells somehow of the infinite potentials of life.
The profound stillness of the forest in the mountains feeds my soul;
nourishes body, mind and spirit.
All the sounds that are contained within it don’t seem to disturb it.
How can that be?
The creek burbling, the leaves rustling;
a frog croaks, a squirrel chatters, a raven calls and a nuthatch chirps.
The profound stillness remains.
It’s the trees and the rocks, the earth and the clean wild air.
And here I am. A part of it.
Breathing it in and out. Appreciating it. Loving it.
So thankful for it that my gratitude is barely bearable.
In order to take in the forest, or any environment of the natural world,
be it forest or ocean or prairie, desert or icefield or garden ~
in order to even begin to take it in we have to give over to the
impossible miraculous beauty of it.
And in doing so we open wide.
So wide that we expand into it and become one with it.
And are healed.
All is well.
