Yesterday morning I read the following words of Rod MacIver in Heron Dance and all day I visualized myself as transparent. There is quite a luxury in that. It is better than being velvet or gold, transparent. I intend the same for today.
The other thing about forests that have been left alone is that they are quiet. Yes, there are birds singing and the wind sometimes roars through the leaves and branches, but there is a special deep peace in those woods. If you walk through them long enough, some of that quiet gets absorbed inside. Sharman Apt Russell calls it transparency:
When Nature whispers beauty, I do not always respond well. Feverishly I want to get inside. I bang at the glass. It is so beautiful. It is too beautiful.
Only rarely do I feel calm, equal to the occasion. Then I am, myself, transparent.
May transparency touch your day.