More thoughts

"The beauty of facing life unprepared is tremendous. Then life has a newness, a youth; then life has a flow and freshness. Then life has so many surprises. And when life has so many surprises, boredom never settles in you."- Osho

My mind is full of thoughts this morning. I realize I haven't posted for some time and today I make three postings. It's just the way it is. The above quote came across my email this morning. It somewhat explains how we live as Harmonists. We are very in tune to the flow of life. We pay attention to synchronicity and what the universe is unfolding before us.

I thought the readers of this blog might like a report about how I am doing in regards to the re-balancing of myself--body, mind and spirit. I continue to go to water aerobics, nearly daily and many days twice daily.

I have applied for several jobs. Let's see, I applied for a Personal Assistant position, a couple of voice over projects. I considering working as a shipment clerk at an Adult Internet site--where I would have had to pick Adult DVD's up from studios, deliver them to a warehouse, and then deliver the prepared shipments to the post office. No, I did not apply, just considered. Just didn't feel in balance with who I am at the moment.

I had a job interview yesterday as a housesitter. I would work mostly as a groundskeeper and then take care of their dogs when they were absent. In return I would live rent free in a cottage on their property. This place has to be seen to be believed. It's a couple of hours away from where I am presently staying. It's nearly at the top of a mountain about an hour north of San Diego. The view is stunning. There are others being interviewed and I will let you know if I get the job.

As I drove to the interview I thought if I got the above job that it would be nice to start to write again and to work on my book. Please understand this is just an inkling of a thought process. I do not believe now is the moment, but perhaps soon. This is progress, as I haven't much thought about it since arriving.

I continue to process and heal deep issues. It seems inappropriate to share the details here. What is important to know is that I am not idle in this regard, progress is being made.

So with report, I can once again say . . . the journey continues.

More Rewoods

Last weekend several of us went north to Petaluma to see Maria's cousin's band open for The Lost Boys-a teenage boy band. Both bands were good and The Lost Boys were highly energetic and very professional as they dealt with a misbehaving sound system. The audience was a mix of squealing teenage girls and adults who were mostly disinterested. It was and a great experience. We went on to spend the night with my cousins in Santa Rosa who treated us with a royal breakfast.

Afterwards we made our way to Muir Woods, a National Park with redwoods. Redwoods! Call me a tree hugger if you will, but I do love these old trees. This park is very different from Memorial Park where Brother Tree lives. There are "stay on the trail" signs along much of the trail. Luckily we were able to find a trail not so marked. While this photo does show me on the trail, we were able to find a group of trees to commune with. My report continues in the post below this one.

More Redwoods continued

So I know readers of this blog want to know if I met another tree that talked to me. And the answer is yes. Several. Several more than several. The energy of this forest overwhelmed me when I first arrived--I got lightheaded and was glad I had my walking stick with me. I soon adjusted as met several trees I would have loved to have communed with but there were the damned aforementioned signs, so was unable to.

As the three of us walked in the forest in the midst of this Sunday crowd, we agreed that there should be a Silent Sunday. We listened to people talk about the forest but seem to miss the experience we were having. We found ourselves speaking softly, almost whispering. There were stairs to the right that the main crowd was not taking--and so we elected to do so. Even with the stairs, the trail was great!

One of the group found this great group of greats to commune with and invited us to joy her. Three or four of the group were burnt out, much as Brother Tree is.

This group of trees was very interesting in that they seemed to be connecting their energy to each other. Sitting in the center was a very loving experience. (I don't know if I have told you before that a tree's energy is very gentle and loving. Much like body temperature water flowing over you. Multiply this by the number of trees and with a factor of the age of the trees and you start to understand the intensity of this gentle love.) So we sat in the center of these trees and just soaked in the loving energy. It is easy to feel at one with the trees. I sincerely wish that everyone could experience trees the way I do. In fact, I propose that you can--if you get quiet enough to feel the tree's energy. I took the lower photo while I sat communing with the trees. Click on it to enlarge it and you might be able to feel what it felt like to sit in the center of them.

I asked the burned out tree if it knew Brother Tree. He responded that he was his Brother--in spirit. He spoke of knowing of my healing of Brother Tree. I tried to explain it was not me but my friend who had healed, but he pushed me off, he shushed me and told me that he knew what I had done. He went on to say "Now, let us heal you." With that I could feel a warmth come over me and I just sat and soaked it up. How does one respond to such a thing? With gratitude, with a gentle and loving gratitude.

I will conclude this post with an observation. As I walked in the forest I became aware that the trees were in need of love. They had not been loved enough. I know that seems impossible considering how crowed the forest was. There is a difference between being looked at or even appreciated it and being loved. I hope that the next time you visit a forest that you might remember that the trees are living things, that they indeed do have feelings and while you don't have to hug a tree for it to feel your love, perhaps you can remember the gentle and loving touch of a beloved grandmother and remember the tree feels your touch and your love.

Moving On

This sunset was over the bay at San Leandro looking towards San Francisco. It was wondeful to watch the fog roll in and then the sun reflect off both the fog and clouds. As it was dusk I wasn't sure I would be able to capture this picture without the flash going off--I am happy with the result. This is my last day in Santa Rosa. I move on to Chatsworth tomorrow. There is another Camp Harmony scheduled with weekend. I am looking forward to being with my fellow Harmonists (in the tradition of the Transcendentalists.)

Recovery

I have been spoiling the readers of this blog by supplementing these posts with a photo. I have run out. Or don't have anything recent. So you will just have to enjoy reading the words without a photo.

I drove out quickly--in just two days time. Sixteen hours the first day, and fourteen the next. And I have seemed to be in recovery since. Over the weekend I seemed to need a bit more sleep and was a bit groggy. I assume this is from fatiguing myself during the drive.

Yet if you are a reader of this blog you know that I am also in a growth period. I have created a great deal of inner turmoil in an effort to find an even deeper sense of peace. That process continues even as I am enjoying my present visit with my cousins. (These are the foodies that I often visited while I lived in Oregon.)

Later this week, I will make my way to visit with a friend and we will once again make the trip to Pascadaro and the redwoods. I am looking forward to it. I always find peace amongst the redwoods. Does this make me a tree hugger? Perhaps. All I know is that I feel their energy and it is wonderful. I wish everyone could feel what I do.

I hope you are enjoying your Labor Day weekend. I miss so many people, yet know I am where I need to be.

The Journey continues.