Restless Night Under ‘Grandmother’ Tree

Mystic Hands Living ‘Of Me’ in the life ‘For Me’…

There are times in life – where there is an overwhelming feeling of

             “I am along for the ride” - wherein, the sprit drives the body by time to place.

By this time: in taking notice of my schedule, I recognized - ‘I have two days available to myself’ – for whatever ‘I need’ – and a thought formed…

             ‘Go spend the night with Grandmother Tree, ask for Healing’

No tent, sleep on the ground – my first time “Cowboy Camping” – eventing a ‘simple’ task by the way of ‘life desired’.  Simple as packing simple pleasures… water, coffee, breakfast, bedding, camera, Self… words and questions… breathe and body (the least simple of them all)…

This event manifesting less from my own knowing – culminating as a unity in a calling that is both; Of Me and For Me.   A task born ‘Of Me’ from an interior, intimate ‘well of calling’ by the unguarded whisper of Personal Desire… in order to; take action ‘For Me’ – from myself, the recipient of ‘another living’ within the subtle call and answer of a higher decree.

Simple as; not needing to set up camp… only to enter Oak Flat as ‘this time and place’… the evening was full of leisure as the sun set – traversing the world round – gifting time to spare as the world turns over…

Reading with the sunset warmth…

Taking time with Foxglove – “There is No Other World” - (Link for resulting photography and poetry)

In awaiting the night’s task… another dreaming desire rose to will… an ask to Grandmother Tree –

“Can I climb you?"

             A quick response, “No, there are secrets You are not ready for.”

             And I must respect that answer…

“Do not enter without permission”

A lesson in – asking with Honesty – Listening Truthfully – accepting limitation.  Embracing the Ego-Full, transacting the Ego-need – to ensure a reverence to ‘The Other’ and its own knowing as a higher wisdom to your own.

In such, there is an acceptance:

             “To lie here tonight, shall be enough.”

As time travelled on – darkness setting over the campsite – I approached my bedding (two sleeping bags splayed out as cushion and pillow, one to cocoon in for the night) with the desire-full request of Healing.  To be constructed in some form of deconstruction.

sleeping bag coating – within mindful knowing - asking for ancestral wiring

As I asked to be Healed – there became a ‘Dark Nothing’

I as darkness - My Knowing as Darkness – a darkness in Ground Worth – branches above roots below – between the rise and fall in space

‘WE’ as - the Middle-Ground

In touch – and hold – within this way – two are known – brought to flow – a conflux dark protection – ring-time growth – a marriage to our own time – this knowing from our own place –

A vision: ‘Grandmother’ bark – voice of tree-skin – ridged time taut cracking - reaches toward me - an ethereal, aged hand from a mystified, aged world – a remedy to my will-full asking to be Healed ‘for me’… my vision responds – by reaching out as well – an inner hand - spirit guidance, spirit reach ‘of me’ – a ‘me’ I have yet to know…

this Mystic One - a Constance birth visionary sense from a multi-layered world – voices of my distance resounding; an avalanche in bodies reserve; the quaking both at the birth and death of our world; life death surrounding, life death breeding – illness as a sacral form – by the merging ‘unknowns’

“resolve to feel everything - resolve to know nothing”

There are secrets in this witness… neither of us will know yet.

From the sudden landscape of knowing – emptiness.  ‘I am here once again’ –- cushioned earth – body ache – mindful wandering… despondent separation.  As quickly as ‘we were’, ‘I am’ once again.

             the beaded stars roll over me

             moving night dreams

             leaving this life for another

             in one long meditation

Sleep, Dreams – a distraction to the desired importance of true rest.  Each ’40 wink’ dive is cut short by discomfort – turning turning and turning over to ease aching hips, cramping knees, tender feet, scrunched shoulders, and shallow breath.  Warning my every thought with unease to the next day’s foreseeable lack of energy in body and focus in mentality.  Every moment passing – an overwhelming normalcy to this time and this body – a remembrance that I am ill – at ‘dis-ease’.  Knowing that I am fueling a receptacle blessed by illness.

In time… dreams form – as slow warmth of Sun breaches the next waking world.

Rising, moving, arching this ‘New One’ to the new day… iridescent birdsong, a hare scatters the underbrush distant, light aglow fueling plant life – a world beginning to breathe again…

“Am I healed?”

             ‘That is not necessary’

                           We Move On

Blessed Be

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After this nighttime experience – I dedicated my time at Oak Flat by heading to a photography site I have desired to shoot since my first visit some odd years ago.  Disregarding my aching body and needing a coffee to have some level of wit about me – I walked my path… and created thus…