I went walking in Monument Valley Park last week on a warm, sunny morning. The big tall trees stood up straight as I walked by. When I walk, I have to be with myself fully. I am not having tea with a girlfriend and chatting, dancing with a group of 30 people, or mothering. I am just walking with myself and with my heart. That can be pure agony at times due to my little monkey mind. Sometimes the more I just Be, the crazier my monkey mind gets. It can get very critical of me, usually my body, or others. It can be distracting, thinking about everything else but the right here and now.  Leading me down the mesmerizing highway of Don't Be.

I was nearing the end of my walk and I noticed on my right, a tree stump. A very large, round tree stump. You could see the rings. It was an old tree. And old mother tree. I could feel it. I bent down and put my hands on this tree stump. I felt sad. I felt a deep longing. As I turned around, I saw the rest of the tree right behind me, lying haphazardly on it's side. It's branches were broken.

I am teaching a class tomorrow on wholeness and listening to our intuition.  How do you hear your heart? Did you know that the Latin root for the word emotion means "to move through?" Isn't that beautiful? Let the longing move through. Allow the sadness to flow like a river. No need to judge it, take a position, rationalize it, think it through. Feel it. Then, hear your heart.  Thank you, my heart, for letting me receive so deeply my world around me. What a gift to be in this flesh; in these bones.

I turned back to the sandy trail, putting one foot in front of the other. I could hear my footsteps, heavy and light at the same time. Thank you tree stump, for teaching me mysteries beyond my comprehension.

 

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