Autumnn Leaves and Contemplation is a Continuious Meditation

Autumn ArtOur meditative mind continues after our formal meditation time of reflection.  I’ve learned that when we stop the formal meditation sitting, we still reflect–and if we don’t we should.

That’s what the meditation teachers tell us and like so many times as it happens in my life, the realization is my own experience FIRST and then I read it somewhere in a book–the very same thing.

So the books, the teachers of meditation who write those, say we should keep in a state of mediation and reflection going at all times.

To be fair, I’ve always been that way—from the time that I can remember thinking, I’ve reflected on just about everything in life as it happens (or at least shortly after).

I thought of that yesterday when I became what we used to call a “Lookey Lou”.  That is, when my daughter drove me back to the mountains to see the fall leaves.

And they were brilliant and beautiful, especially up on Grandfather Mountain yesterday! I am so grateful to have gotten to go back home for a little while.  

We hiked too and in that activity you have to continually look down so you don’t trip on a tree root or rock or log so the view of dead leaves upon the ground provided an opportunity to contemplate and reflect on impermanence.  It was, in effect, the continuation of meditation.

We humans are, essentially, no different from the leaves–our color peaks too and we will all eventually shrivel up and drop too.

Meditation helps us to raise the mind to the level of constant contemplation.  Of course, we contemplate joyful and beautiful things about life too… not always impermanence.  My point is that whether we walk, stand, sit or lay our head down upon a pillow, everything we do or see enables us to contemplate life if we are aware of mind to start with and then Life Itself becomes a meditation.

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And this little piggy went all the way … to the Emergency Medical Care Center

And this little piggy went….. all the way (not home) to the Urgent Medical Care Center

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I had a few head’s up which I apparently… well, the first one I mis-interpreted (darn dreams anyway!) and the second one? Ignored!  And the third one shrugged away.

I roared laughing at as I buddy wrapped it this morning.  What’s that little rhyme?  “Poor little piggy”, I thought.  All red and the left half of the foot all black and blue, “poor little piggy.” 

I had a dream around the time that the downstairs Indian neighbors got my full attention with their yelling and door slamming—between the 7th and 14th.  Rarely do I dream specific dates like that.  Maybe it was wishful thinking that I attributed the 14th as the date one of them was leaving –  I thought it was her.  I’ve been holding out hope that this would happen.  Instead, something else happened!  Dude, really?  It certainly did—at least in my apartment.  What happened in there’s—don’t know and don’t care.  All I know is that last night the Hindu chants to Ganesh played on low volume on the desktop computer in my room until 4 am and no bad dreams for the 2nd night in a row.

Anyway, I wrote something about it yesterday morning—I think on Facebook—something about well, it’s the 14th and nothing has changed downstairs.   I glanced at my transits in my astrology software program over the weekend and there is Saturn sitting right on top of the wounded healer Chiron—EXACT DEGREE AND MINUTE CONJUNCTION when my little accident happened. 

Yeah, I’m looking at it right now 10 degrees 29 minutes:  exact conjunction to the minute of Saturn with Chiron!  Yeah, don’t you know that Saturn rules THE BONES and Chiron is the wounded healer asteroid or comet-oid or whatever they call him these days.  Pretty clear indication of a possible bone wound, eh?  Both in Scoprio of course (WHY NOT GET PLUTO INVOLVED!?)

Well, if you’re going to have an accident with your bone crushed, best you have it in your own bedroom rather out on the highway somewhere.  As usual, it could always be worse—love that phrase, and it’s true—it always could!

I was waiting for my sister to come from work to go with me to the emergency room or somewhere for an X-ray to confirm what I already knew—broken.  Shattered or comminuted (spiral fracture) was not suspected by me, but don’t we love those additional details?  Ha ha.

I looked at my feet generally and remembered the message.  For days now I kept hearing in my mind—better do those toenails!

And dealt with that one this way… “Later, and besides, it’s not exactly sandal weather.  I’m always wearing socks. So, later.” 

I really had to laugh as I sat there clipping, filing and polishing my toenails in that state of shock and pain.  Why didn’t I listen to my Self telling myself to do a pedicure?!  Ah well, that’s how it goes, doesn’t it?  It all makes sense AFTER the fact, right?

FLASH:  I’ve now learned to walk backwards since it hurts much less that way and besides I can look down at my recently polished toes that I slapped polish over in a rush while in pain and laugh!

I’ve wanted to go home as anyone who reads my blog knows—you and my Facebook friends know that.  But laying on my bed yesterday afternoon as Saturn and Chiron were having their meeting in the sky and I was going into ‘shock and awe’ on my bed, I was glad then that I wasn’t alone up on the mountain.

Instead, my grandson was only 5 doors down, my granddaughter due to walk in the door within hours and the rest of the family would be home from work only a little bit later.  My whole family was here to help and that was a reassuring fact that very much outweighed my desire to return to the mountains at that moment!

THIS MORNING:  I had to cut the tape that the guy at the Emergency Center applied last night because the swelling overnight caused the tape to be too tight increasing the throbbing pain.  I soaked my foot in ice water first in my handy-dandy bucket and as I cut the old tape and went to apply the new,  I nearly grew faint thinking of how that little toe was just hanging way out to the side of my foot there after I banged it against the bed frame support.  As usual I was rushing—haste makes waste—and in changing the sheets on my bed, I wasted my pinky toe, crushing the bone in some place and breaking it clean off in another!

“Poor pinky”, I said as I apologized to it for what I did to it—on the predicted 14th of January, and without a pedicure, and with Saturn conjunct Chiron to the exact degree and minute!—“poor little toe!”  As I buddy-taped my little pinkies toe to the next toe over carefully and apologetically a short time ago, I thought… “What is it we’d say to the babies when they were little?  How does that little rhyme go?”

And then laughing out loud and remembering the strong growing desire to go home to the mountains since a loud Indian neighbor couple moved in below me, I remembered it:    “… and THIS little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, wee all the way home!” 

Like I’ve always said, the Universe has a sense of humor! that little piggy went (not home) but the the Emergency Center!

PS – at least it’s my left foot and I can still drive.  I have a huge boot I’m supposed to wear which seems like a bit of overkill but since my apartment is upstairs, probably not a bad idea to wear it sometimes.  I sure don’t want to bang it up any further, sore enough as it is and shattered into pieces.

SquaresMORE FOR ASTROLOGERS –– I don’t know if Saturn conjunct Chiron means a broken to the point of crushed bone for everybody else on the planet but it sure manifested that way for me!  In case you’re an astrologer and interested, transiting Saturn makes the conjunction to Chiron (which is also conjunct to Mercury natally) in the 3rd house—wanting to ‘go home’ would be a short journey of about 2 hours so in that way we could see the 3rd house relation to the Mercury, Gemini, Scorpio, Saturn, Chiron blend due to the disharmony of the neighbors (Libra on the cusp of the 3rd) and Venus in Libra is also in the 3rd

The transiting North Node (Scorpio) is currently upon my natal South Node in the 4th house and within 1 degree of an exact conjunction.  Now that I look at the transit chart, when this happened, the Moon was in Pisces when this happened making a conjunction with Transiting Chiron in Pisces. 

And now I have to go elevate my foot which is throbbing again despite the ice bucket dipping that I’m doing as I type.

The doc at the Emergency Care said I did a great job breaking my toe—you really smashed it and broke it off says he!  But then again, if you’re going to do something, I thought, may as well do a real big bang-up job of it.

I saw the Xray.  I did. 😦  Poor piggy…. and yeah, I think i got the message… OM darn it OM… i got the message.  Shouldn’t go live alone in the mountains!  I get it.  I guess.  Yeah, okay I GET IT!

The Zen Master, The Cow and The Young Indian Couple Downstairs Neighbors

december 29 2012 cow ice snowThere’s something about this photo of this icy cow moved me to open blank page on my blog and type.  Things are going fine while at the same time they’re not fine at all. There’s no escape.    But that has nothing to do with the cow at present.  Further explanation needed and forthcoming–hang on. For now let me say that cows are really interesting.  If you stop to look at them, they look back and there’s like a mesmerizing hypnotic-like psychic connection.  One day many years ago when home in the mountains, there was a good deal of anxiety and worry over money and a place to live.  In order to relive this, I went for a walk in the beautiful mountains and came to a pasture where cows were grazing.  The distinct memory that lingers has to do with conversing with the cow in an imaginative and dreamlike way offering to exchange my human life of money worries with hers of a pasture life.  We looked into each others eyes for a long, long time and then suddenly a bull ran directly at her and butted her to break up our energy exchange!  That little dream was over.  Looking at this picture now, I’d say pasture life may not be all it’s cracked up to be!   Still…

Maybe its human nature to want to be in a different pasture than one’s own.  It’s like a low-level discontent that we contend with when we say everything’s fine but not fine at all.  I’d venture to say that whatever is going on with any of us is likely very much intensified right now.  The Full Moon opposing the Sun/Pluto conjunction isn’t just any ordinary Full Moon… it was more exact yesterday by orb but still, the effects linger.   The desire to go home is stronger and something intense happening with my downstairs neighbor is too.

Apartment living cannot be compared to a house in the mountains in any positive way whatsoever–at least that’s how it feels at the moment!

Human behavior this close in to my living environ is not in the least bit interesting; in fact, it can be irritating which my best effort is engaged in not allowing at the moment.  I know more about the vocal, cooking and smoking habits of my downstairs neighbors than desired!  It amazes me that two people can dialogue on and on nonstop in those ways!  Are those young folks beneath me mirroring my own inner dis-satisfaction with my move here or simply adding to what is already there.  Sometimes, we don’t know what is mine and what isn’t when we are very sensitive to energies.  There was a very interesting post on Facebook recently:

zen student overcoming anger

A Zen student said to his teacher, “ Master, I have an ungovernable temper. Help me get rid of it.”
“You have something very strange,” said the teacher.
“Show it to me.”
“Right now I cannot show it to you.”
“Why not?”
“It arises suddenly.”
“Then it cannot be your own true nature,” said the teacher, “if it were, you would be able to show it to me at any time. Why are you allowing something that is not yours to trouble your life?”
Thereafter whenever the student felt his temper rising he remembered his teacher’s words and checked his anger. In time, he developed a calm and placid temperament.

This energy is not my true nature, it is not ‘me’, it is illusive; it comes and goes; it arises and dissolves back; it belongs to no one unless that one claims it as their own feeling and then inflames it further.  Maybe young Indian couples like bantering non-stop!  Perhaps this is a sport for them that is enjoyable as much as continual agitation can be.  I let it come up and pass out and do my best to send calming love and light beneath me in case they should wish to accept that; however, perhaps they are too distracted by their incessant dialogue to realize any other energy.

It all makes me miss the mountains even more and the more pasture-type of life of solitude and quiet.  Recent assurances that I am to go back home has been arriving in various forms, not the least being the non-stop mouthing young Indian neighbors.  Efforts to convince myself that one might be alternating reading aloud from a  book to the other have failed!  Ah, well I tried.

They pay rent as I do and each has a right to speak in their own apartment!  (But how can there be THAT MUCH to bicker about for that long? — i don’t get it.)  If their voices get very loud, as often happens, if I knock very lightly on the wall, then voices quiet for a while.  I think they do not realize–they’re young after all and into their dramas.  The young man smokes as many Indians seem to–they didn’t seem to get the memo about the Marlboro Man.  Whiffs of that drift up into my place as well as the spices they cook with, forcing me out of my sanctuary such as it is here.

As the Zen teacher says, Why are you allowing something that is not yours to trouble your life?”  I am using the bickering young Indian downstairs neighbors as teachers as much as I’d rather not–it is what it is.  My family, too, enable me to sit with stuff that gets triggered within my self.  Suddenly now, as I’m typing this,  there comes a recollection of an employment situation that I experienced some years ago.

Back then there seemed to be great unhappiness on my part going into work each day and at that time there was a strong desire to be free of that situation although I could not see practically or financially just how that could happen.  Yet, within me there was a strong inner knowing that the more I could make peace with the situation, the sooner I’d be released from it.  That same message echoed in my heart and mind each day when lamenting my lack of enthusiasm for going to work!

After months of resistance, finally there was a surrender within to find something fun and enjoyable and pleasant in the co-workers and the total environ.  And I maintained that over a period of time very consciously and then (YOU GUESSED IT), numerous situations occurred resulting in my being able to release myself!

That memory encourages me as well as the other indicators received that I will be going home to the mountains again.   Psychic predictive work, intuition and divination come in handy on a personal level too!  (Besides, my tarot cards don’t know how to lie.)  Meanwhile, not letting things that are not mine trouble my life!  In other words, it’s all in the mind, the attitude.  It is not the circumstances that upset a man, it’s the view that he takes of them! 

I’ve got to get a new view finder!  Happiness comes from within–not the absence of family drama, lack of human voices or the absence of dampness, mold or mice–dampness, mold and mice were part of the mountain house issue.  There is no escape!  One can only surrender to the external world and change the inner attitude in order to find peace, serenity and happiness.  Let me laugh at the family dramas, the loud smelly downstairs neighbors and the traffic and rest!  It’s all illusion anyway — may as well.  Or–mice or men?  mice or men? hmmmm.... what a choice!  Neither one!

Ahhwwwhkkkkjjkkhk…. and can’t you  just hear the glee of certain people who love to see this person struggle with it all?!  But that’s just it; there ‘is’ no person here, only energy playing out just like the weather plays out!  Certain conditions create certain weather–how much of it are we personally responsible for?  Weather is.  Downstairs couples who argue are.  The Sun is also out, the roads are clear and my car runs!

Ideas arise as suddenly as anything else!  and one has just arrived which causes me to end this silly diatribe now with the hope that something written here will serve some useful purpose to another in some way.   (If nothing else, this bit of a vent is one example of how a Cancer Full Moon can express–ugh!)

There’s always tomorrow….. and hope for a brighter day!

In the world but not of it; adjusting from a life of quiet solitude to commotion

I’m adjusting to change.

Meditative states carry over after getting off the cushion and moving on to other activities of daily living.  The state remains if not interrupted and carries over and one is open and receptive.  The mind becomes like one large flat plate, an empty plate.  And it remains so, if not interrupted, for days, weeks, months.

And there are no longer barriers of protection from the ego since one has tamed that aspect of mind enough to create a calm, flat and receptive plate.  Well, that’s how I relate to mind and life anyway and it is how I am able to be “psychic” and employed by clients in that capacity.

In the process of creating that plate so-to-speak and maintaining that state, I bump into my own thought processes, allowing whatever arises to do so yet also allowing it to dissolve.  All story lines of ego structure melt away too as becoming one with that open plate feeling of openness and receptivity grows.

I could say that this open plate state which sort of feels like one huge horizon of infinity (it’s hard to find the words) enables a state of impersonality; non-personality.

I really like to be in that state and of course achieving this state is part of my job, my career, my service work here.  I’m there when I do readings.  And if nothing distracts me (if I don’t distract myself), I can stay there for days as long as I’m “Home Alone” if you pardon the movie reference.

I just had to laugh at a reference comparison (analogy) that came to mind here.  To meditate and put one in that state of the empty plate and non-personality can be understood by associating it with hitting the “refresh” button on a web page.  If the mind begins to wander and gets too complicated by getting too many other pages (thoughts) open, one can hit refresh and come back to the present moment, now; back to the state of the open plate—one huge horizon of infinity.

No, I’m not talking about any type of escapism here.  It’s more like being fully present.

When someone is habitually open and receptive as I’ve been describing and then enters a room of 50 personalities with helter-skelter minds or even pulls out into busy traffic or heads into a busy shopping area—wow.  I’ve been able to realize the benefit of ego-structure as a type of boundary and am working with a level of integration which enables me to function here in a busy community and in close proximity to family.  It is almost laughable when all these entwined and complicated egos with complex entanglements come together in one room!  Multiply that by 1,000 busy grocery shopping days!  Where is my open receptive plate? What happened to my infinity horizon?  Where did it all go?

I’m working with it; trying to function as myself (whatever self means because there really IS NO self in the true sense of it all) in these crowded settings.

I’ve found a particular type of meditation helpful lately.  One thing is that I keep my eyes open which helps me to be present but not (at the same time) tuned into the present surroundings–well, just very lightly.  I am mostly non-attached yet present and aware that I am fully in my body and fully in my space and fully in my room!  This is a very good practice for me as it helps me to carry this over when swimming in (being around) very distracting energy (family dynamics, crazy traffic, even crazier grocery store).

Living in the mountains was… well, I made a Facebook Post this morning that I will reproduce here.  I am so familiar with the vibration that comes from being physically in the places such as where this picture was.  I resided (really lived!) the past 15+ years in the mountains.  And this photo prompted me to post the image and text.

[image and text below]

Pictures are wonderful! I could linger at this recent photo a good deal longer….
ET is phoning HOME!
Meditating on something simple and beautifully ordinary (like gazing out over a view like this!) enables a person to avoid self-identification and minimizes relationship awareness with others; nothing much here can be connected with ego-conflict. That is the healing gift of the mountains and mountain views. A person can become overwhelmed with a sense of non-duality, relating as”one” with the vastness.
Pictures are wonderful! I could linger at this recent photo a good deal longer….
ET is phoning HOME!

Anyway, lately while on my meditation cushion with eyes open but not really looking at anything and while putting my hands open and facing palms down over my knees (I sit crossed legged in a half-lotus position), what I do focus on at first is a straight back, head, shoulders and pretend that I am the ruler of my own kingdom (am I not?); and as I muster up that feeling, I also allow myself the sense of the  feeling of royalty (being royal) as acutely as possible–such as  in ruling my own universe, my own world.

That feels right to me and then I claim my space on the cushion and affirm that I belong right there, right here, right now in this moment and I am grounded right in that—it’s mine.  Then, of course, who is me and mine?  Yet, for the moment I allow these thoughts and feelings as the entry into (entry point of)  my meditation period.  After that, it is only to focus on breath and letting what comes up in mind to dissolve like the sun that contacts the fog; the thoughts disappear as quickly as they come up.

That helps me with living this new life down off the mountain.

On another note… completely off topic… but do you remember those Hydrangeas that I purchased from QVC at the end of spring?  I potted them and brought them with me and all summer long I’ve been watering and waiting and in metaphysical ways nurturing and just this week, finally!  One of them is giving to the world a pink flower!  It is quite exciting and brings happiness to the heart.

One of the plants (at least one of the 4 of them) has successfully begun to make the adjustment to its life here… slowly and gradually, like me.

Sharing a sacred place in nature with you–photos, channeling and thoughts

The evergreen growing in the center picture is coming up right at the top-center of the mound--right at the top of the elevation of the mound although it doesn't appear that way in the center photo, it really is at the point of the top of the mound. You can see it if you look carefully in the other two photo's too. I did not notice it for some reason the last few times I was up there. It is what I will call my very special holiday yule tree.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all Ridicule and Deformity… and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.

–William Blake

[See notes at the end of this post regarding the Yule Tree.]

The images above are a composite of the American Indian Burial Mound.  The energy up there is fantastic and soothing/healing.  The trees and foliage is bare and skeletal right now of course, because it is winter–it will be beautiful up there in the spring with all the wild rhododendron’s up there that will be blooming.

I am very careful not to disturb anything up there, letting nature be completely herself.  As I get to the end of the woods on my way back down, I do pick up pieces of small dead wood for kindling for the fireplace and I thank the trees.  To me, it’s as sacred as any muggle church.  And I am so aware of all the natives who walked that very same ground thousands of years ago as well as imagine the life of the husband and wife buried up there.

Here are a few words from Chief Seattle (the name that the white people gave to him) that I really resonate with.

Every part of this country is sacred to my people.  Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove has been hallowed by some fond memory or sad experience of my tribe.  Even the rocks that seem to lie dumb thrill with memories of past events connected with the fate of my people, and the very dust under your feet responds more lovingly to our footsteps than to yours because it is the ashes of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch, for the soil is rich with the life of our kindred.

I read that passage a few weeks before Thanksgiving this year.  And this being around the time I first visited the burial mound that the landlord said was there on the mountain top.  By the way, I asked how she knew for sure that it was a burial mound and she said that it is on the papers from the county–on the deed.  I also loved this next segment for Chief Seattle’s words…

And when your children’s children shall think of themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the woods, they will not be alone.  And at night when you think of your streets as deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled and still love this beautiful land.  The white man will never be alone.  Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless. 

I am in a pinch for time and it’s getting late but I wanted to share with my readers a very, very special and sacred place.  If I thought for a moment that anyone could ever find this place, I’d never be so public about some place that is so sacred to me.  To be up here, although it is a heck of a climb straight up–like ‘if you don’t hang on you will fall backward’ kind-of-steep–and it gets the heart pumping to get up there, it is worth the hike… every single step is worth it and I enjoy the journey up as much as I do spending time at the top.

I am not alone up there–there is a strange feeling of being watched.  I always bow to the nature spirits and the ancient ones buried in the mound as I approach and always bring a gift–sometimes cornmeal, sometimes apples for the deer and the rest I will keep secret.  I speak to the Cherokee Little People whenever I get to the top as well as pause at the graves of the christian couple buried next to each other; they crossed over in the — well, she in 1883 and he in 1904 according to their gravestones. One grave has a  footstone with the man’s initials on it.  I really feel that their spirits are part of a nearby tree that is growing fairly close to their graves.  In fact, this is nearby a huge flat top rock that I sit upon to meditate.  I call this the KISSING TREE.  Perhaps to see the images below, you could understand why, considering the words of Sealth AKA Chief Seattle why I believe this tree contains the energy of the couple (who died in the late 1800’s mentioned above) — the trees are kissing. So my grandkids and I call it the kissing tree but in my heart, it contains the energy of the buried husband and wife.  Images below.

The views up there are very nice… well, winter views are different from the summer season but you have lots of privacy even in the winter and really once I’m up there, I do not want to come back down!  Last time I was there four hours and did not come down until the sun was going down and I had to!  I meditate, write, read and hike and explore and talk to the spirits; if ever I was at home somewhere, it is there.  No people, no muggles–just me and the trees.  Oh, it is very late at night now–way past my bedtime.  I will share some random thoughts that I jotted down last time I was up there and then I will end this post. Oh, now that i am looking at the longhand here, I see part of this is channeled.  Well, I will type it all out–I’m too tired to edit.  LOL

“We the spirits of this mountain top recognize your presence, your offerings, your prayers and the blessed ones smile upon you and father sun knows of your thoughts as well as the hawks who now call out their greeting to you.  Hear them sister for they too acknowledge your presence as you have acknowledged ours.  And the deer are happy for the apples and would like for you to bring more.”

Then i asked if there were ceremonies held up there.  And what I heard was, “Plenty” and with that the explanation that it was like what is called the ghost dance which is a dance or ceremony to ask for the help and blessings of the ancestor spirits.

I sit on a bed of dry leaves at the end of fall; the start of winter–trees are bare and exposed.  They show their unique shapes–arms, breasts, some with double trunks, some with arms twisted by the winds who have shaped them.  Their arms reach out toward one another, some embracing while others seem to bow in homage to their fellow trees.  Some trees seem to be about 60 feet tall.  Each one unique, special with its own personality–some with faces–some with lips kissing.  They are alive!  Alive as much as any human–less animated of course but their branches are lively and dancing in the wind–it is very becoming for them. 

They are ALIVE! Conscious! As much as any human! (maybe moreso in some cases)

Thick vines wrap around some trees creating arches and loops.  Knobs on tree trunks are different unique faces much like human brothers/sisters.  Peaceful presence.  Sturdy–looking at you, at one another–observing and communicating with their energy, with each other.  I sit upon the earth where their trunks sink into the soil looking up at their haunting skeletal silhouettes and know they are my friends–we acknowledge each other.  Their energy bands (rays) wrap around me helping me to ground into earth’s soil just as they do; yet, I look up to the sun to the direction of the top branch–the very tip-top–and then scanning down… I could stay in this place in this way forever.  I have somehow before, I have and wonder if I am remembering once being a tree–could that be?  or did I live alone in the wood and the trees were my only contacts?  It feel it within me–it was a good life then.  I wonder about that and try to remember…

I breathe in harmony and send it out to the world, and then love, and then happiness, and then peace and then…

The sun is descending toward the tree line at next mountain over and has reached the tree line and suddenly, it is noticeably darker.  I must hike down the steep descent before I cannot see the way down.  The trees along with trail down are spaced in such a way that they provide convenient hand holds to compensate for gravity pulling me forward severely.  I’m aware of the cars going by on the highway and am entering back into the world of humans again.  I always stop, turn, look up and wave several times on my way down.  I feel like I am saying goodbye to close friends and really hate to leave, know that I have to, and promise to come back again.  “Goodbye my friends; I love you guys; I’ll be back as soon as I can be.” 

I wanted to end this with an observation and perhaps a moral or lesson is part of it.  What i mean is that if you’ve been following this blog, you know that I had a trauma when the man across the street massacred trees.  I’m sure to some readers this would sound silly and I can understand that.  The greater point is that I’m realizing that what happened was that something was removed from my life (the trees across the road) but it was replaced by something much better–the mountain top of trees and a totally private place to be and surrounded by trees from every direction!  It is a reminder (yet another one) that when one door closes, another opens OR in this case, when some trees are taken away, other trees surround me!  Well, you get the idea, right?

For the benefit of the christian readers, here is a little bit about YULE TREES.  The Celtic Druids venerated evergreen trees as manifestations of deity and as symbols of the universe. To the Celts, these trees were sacred because they did not die from year to year like deciduous trees. Therefore they represented the eternal aspect of the Goddess who also never dies. Their greenery was symbolic of the hope for the sun’s return.

The Druids decorated the evergreen trees at Yule with all the images of the things they wished the waxing year to bring. Fruits for a successful harvest, love charms for happiness, nuts for fertility, and coins for wealth adorned the trees. These were forerunners to many of the images on today’s Christmas trees. Candles were the forerunners of today’s electric tree lights.

The church confiscated this druid tradition as well as many others and converted it into christian church tradition.  Most people know that–its called history but HERstory is more truthful.  🙂