My goodness, you people stay atop my blog. : )
I returned to
many messages from people questioning that I actually went to Muir Woods
today. Yes, I did, and it was
Driving out there in the fog and rain, I contemplated this talk, and/or goal of “reaching our core,” of “going deeper.” What would that be? What does it mean? ( I nod to Mudita here.)
I suddenly realized that everything opens into something else, into everything else. There is no deeper; there is no core.
The center of the diamond doesn’t say I’m core to the outside of the jewel. There is no core to a crystal. The Family Circles of Redwoods don’t feel their core is missing, because the main redwood died leaving a root system to nourish the whole. Penguins move in and out of a circle of warmth. All is. It just is. All is moving, and there is no clearly defined core to try and catch and hold.
Wow! That is such a relief for me.
And I am not sick, for I am not experiencing dis-ease. I am at peace. I am whole. I am all aspects of the diamond, the redwoods, the creek, the salmon, you and me.
I needed to know
the salmon were there, because, for me, it meant I would get well. Their return symbolizes rejuvenation to
me. The creek today was like a class
five river. There were rapids and it was
rushing brown, and
I realized this is how it feels to my blood stream when the chemo is pushed in, rapids, and I am given steroids, so I don’t realize, but I “got” why I am so tired on Wednesday and Thursday. Look at what I have been through. And there is a time to rest. The salmon aren’t pushing up-stream today against all that current. They are tucked in. They will come out when it makes sense.
I stand in a tree at Muir Woods. I return to nature’s balance. Now, I can handle the buzzing of the bees that we are.
Wordsworth said that “Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillilty.” Perhaps one day I will turn my words on a lathe of tranquillity. For now, they flow downstream, like the current of my beloved Redwood Creek in Muir Woods.