Breathing deeply, I bring my attention back to the harmonious essence of my botanic companions. Trees are great mentors in stillness, tolerantly enduring the clumsy monkeys who relentlessly grab at and swing across their branches. When I sit with them, I can fully understand what Eckhart Tolle meant when he wrote: “Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let you awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in being. Allow Nature to teach you stillness.”
Trees are quiet and patient, deeply rooted in one spot and slowly stretching to the heavens as they grow over the tens and hundreds and thousands of years of their life span. When one attunes to their tranquil vibrations, they show you how to get comfortable with yourself and to deep practice stillness just as they do. Through their mentoring, I’ve learnt to accept what is and how to surrender and let go of what no longer serves me. With the act of dropping into stillness and surrendering comes a deepening – in that it’s somewhat alchemical magic catalyzes a rush of wildness, a flow of spiritual essence that wells up within the haunted caves of one’s heart space flooding it with the blissful presence of radiance, spaciousness, clarity, quietness and wisdom.