Reanimating old acquaintances
I'm finding that through my grounding, meditation and mind-body integration practice, especially through heart-based practices, I'm developing quite the relationship with the trees around my block. :-) It's amazing the richer view of life obtained by using the heart to perceive the world. It's a matter of subordinating the mind to the interpretation of the heart's perception and feeling, and I'm so curious how this will develop. I haven't worked with the heart-based techniques for very long, and I'm sure it will progress a long way from this starting point....
I may have always had a creative portal open through my writing, but it's always been mediated in some way through the mind-body schism of the worldview in which I was steeped...like having a straw to suck through instead of the floodgates opened wide.
Through taking walks around the neighborhood and trying to communicate with the plants, just being open and friendly and receptive to whatever, without expectation, I'm getting more and more of a sense of what the master Japanese "natural" farmer Masanobu Fukuoka meant by
"A life of small-scale farming may appear to be primitive, but in living such a life, it becomes possible to contemplate the Great Way. I believe that if one fathoms deeply one's own neighborhood and the everyday world in which he lives, the greatest of all worlds will be revealed."
I'm beginning to remember this natural connection to the animate, sentient world of our fractal reality, a connection which came so easily when I was a child, and it's quite pleasing to reanimate my old acquaintances of childhood.
"What does education often do? It makes a straight-cut ditch of a free, meandering brook."
"It is a rare qualification to be able . . . to conceive and suffer the truth to pass through us living and intact."
--Henry David Thoreau
"Everything in the realm of fact is already theory. . . Let us not seek something behind the phenomena--they themselves are the theory." --Goethe
(Yea, this approach has ever yielded me the most "truth.")
"Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough." --George Washington Carver
(would someone please inform the U.S. Government?)
I may have always had a creative portal open through my writing, but it's always been mediated in some way through the mind-body schism of the worldview in which I was steeped...like having a straw to suck through instead of the floodgates opened wide.
Through taking walks around the neighborhood and trying to communicate with the plants, just being open and friendly and receptive to whatever, without expectation, I'm getting more and more of a sense of what the master Japanese "natural" farmer Masanobu Fukuoka meant by
"A life of small-scale farming may appear to be primitive, but in living such a life, it becomes possible to contemplate the Great Way. I believe that if one fathoms deeply one's own neighborhood and the everyday world in which he lives, the greatest of all worlds will be revealed."
I'm beginning to remember this natural connection to the animate, sentient world of our fractal reality, a connection which came so easily when I was a child, and it's quite pleasing to reanimate my old acquaintances of childhood.
"What does education often do? It makes a straight-cut ditch of a free, meandering brook."
"It is a rare qualification to be able . . . to conceive and suffer the truth to pass through us living and intact."
--Henry David Thoreau
"Everything in the realm of fact is already theory. . . Let us not seek something behind the phenomena--they themselves are the theory." --Goethe
(Yea, this approach has ever yielded me the most "truth.")
"Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough." --George Washington Carver
(would someone please inform the U.S. Government?)