Such magical moments with wild ones have sustained me all my life. These days it is often the very tiny creatures that come to me, insects and spiders are for the most part welcome :) In order to really see them, I must put my face very very close to them and thus control my breath or they will fly/flee. This close appreciation seems kind of like meditating with eyes open. And in a way so does my practice (since May) of sitting outside on the back porch with a lit candle watching the sun rise. Earlier this week, as I stepped outside the door, I had a very magical visitation...a winter wren! So I wrote a haiku to honor the moment.
Fumbling in the dark
Matches in hand I am struck
By the wren's dawn song.
Thank you Steve Karlin for sharing your wild wisdom and thank you Service Space for helping spread Steve's teachings. Namaste.
On Nov 7, 2015 cynthia wrote :
Such magical moments with wild ones have sustained me all my life. These days it is often the very tiny creatures that come to me, insects and spiders are for the most part welcome :) In order to really see them, I must put my face very very close to them and thus control my breath or they will fly/flee. This close appreciation seems kind of like meditating with eyes open. And in a way so does my practice (since May) of sitting outside on the back porch with a lit candle watching the sun rise. Earlier this week, as I stepped outside the door, I had a very magical visitation...a winter wren! So I wrote a haiku to honor the moment.
Fumbling in the dark
Matches in hand I am struck
By the wren's dawn song.
Thank you Steve Karlin for sharing your wild wisdom and thank you Service Space for helping spread Steve's teachings. Namaste.