I wrote this the second day of Warrior Monk, as I laid on the grass watching the leaves flutter thru the breeze. It feels like a poem, but I have no idea how to punctuate a poem. It doesn't matter.
The golden leaves shower down like rain, the gentle caress of the wind enticing them to leave the safety and nourishment of the tree.
But the tree is not really nourishing them anymore, which makes it easier for them to leave. To take the invitation of the wind and unabashedly proceed to the next stage of life.
The stage where they decompose and provide nourishment for another.
If only I could leave the tree so freely, with reckless abandon. Is it really reckless, or just finding a new source of nourishment?
Releasing something that no longer serves me, but instead drains the color and life out of me.
I must do this to survive.
The leaf knows what to do. Why don't I?
About Me
- TreeTalker
- I started flying when I was 17, and I have been flying commercially since 1991. In my 30's I became interested in nutrition, complementary medicine, and spirituality. I discovered Reiki, an ancient Japanese technique for stress reduction and relaxation, and became a Reiki master. I also began practicing Transformational Reiki, which incorporates the vibration of the shaman's drum and Native American energies into the healing process. This blog is my attempt to combine my two worlds - the analytical, precise, no room for error world of flying, and the creative, flowing, energetic beauty of spirituality. I invite you to research the things I write about for yourself, and draw your own conclusions. Some of the things I've experienced over the last few years I never would have believed if they hadn't happened directly to me. My scientific mind is definitely evolving, and I now accept things that I previously would have thought unusual, to say the least. I welcome you to join me on my journey.
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