Meditations On Nature

Abstract

At Mt Buffalo North East Victoria 17 February, 2000 High places are uplifted and uplifting They are the source of the waters The trees, here, react to these miracles by bowing in respect and honour to the waters and the earth The sun, they take for granted, for it is never screened from them except for the natural movements of the clouds Let me copy the trees' wisdom. Let me look down on the waters and the earth with respect and honour, even though I came here with the intent of reaching upwards to spirit and high energy. The link between the two is a role I can choose. I can soar above into the heavens or deep within, to link to universal consciousness and wholeness and I can connect through my groundedness to the same love which resides at the core of the planet. A continual cycle of love, attuned to all above, below and everything in between. My heart is singing. William Blake said - the universe in a grain of sand. I am observing the universe in the granite boulder on which I sit. Who says rocks are not living? This boulder is co-operatively sustaining the life of a seeded snow gum, the shoots of a flowering native plant, thick moss- still green in spite of this being the middle of summer. It is a resting place for dead leaves, gum nuts, bark, small pebbles, sticks, ants, lichen and ME. It is visited by all sorts of bugs, flying insects, birds and ME. It stores within its consciousness the memories of events both before and during recorded history and I am sure has access to future events. And yet it remains, sustained and loved by the same eternal energies which sustain and love me though the ages. When I walk this way again in another time and in another form, will I remember it and will it remember me? I believe so - for I have walked this way before and remember it all so well - the love, the wonder, the joy and acceptance of my place. The snow gum battered and broken by the elements has been compensated by the love and mystery of nature with new multicoloured masses and clumps of growth, springing from the lengths of the remaining broken trunks. The other trees, all others within my view, which have escaped from the trauma, have absolutely no evidence of this growth. Without the trauma of the broken tree the hidden potential of beauty and rebirth would never have been realised. How beautiful is this tree because of its trauma, what wonderful lessons it brings to life. …