Too Early to Wake Up

Full Moon blessings to you all!

“It is too early to wake up,” were my first thoughts of the day.

This is when I forced myself out of bed into the crisp new day. The sky was still a pale shade of grey-blue and the clouds painted themselves across the rising sun in the patchy pattern of a tortoise shell.

The garden was still fresh with dew, the grass a soft moist carpet beneath my feet. The sun trickled like streams of golden honey seeping through the trees. Like an enchanting watercolour, it painted the quiet spaces of the garden in soft magic and tints of light.

It is then, when it’s too early to wake up that I rediscover the pieces of wildness in me and in the still young hours of the day. It is then that the Great Mother wraps me in her gentle whispers and draws me out to bask in sacredness.

It is then that the elusive red-chested cuckoo from the river canopy down the road makes its way to hidden places in the garden trees to serenade the rising sun.

And the gossamer threads of spider-webs glimmer like pieces of the golden fleece.

And the Earth is alive, a vibrant Mother, sends pulses of wild energy into my body, grounding me, cleansing my aura and reaching into my heart-space.

These still mornings, when it’s too early to wake up are the invitations to enter wild worlds, even in the tameness of my garden.

These invitations work both ways, for as much as the Great Mother draws me out, it is important for me to leave room for wild worlds to enter into my own. Which is why I just love Mary Reynolds Thompson’s latest post and short writing prompt, Should My Fox Come Again to My Cabin in the Snow.

Also, I was pretty excited to have my guest post, Finding the kindness of the wild Earth, featured on the Kind over Matter blog last week.

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Fairy Feet and a Tree Breathing Meditation

I took midday break with my husband and we went walking at one of our favourite spots today. The weather was temperamental, hot and sunny in parts, but mostly overcast – the kind of undecided weather that precedes the African afternoon thundershowers. Though I usually walk with my hiking shoes, today I wore my ‘fairy shoes’. They are cute pointy-toed gold and black satin flats that make my feet look dainty and me feel like a fairy waltzing through the fields. Silly, I know, but I like the way I feel in them.

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We took a different path today, one that diverges away from the grandmother quaking aspen that I love to climb and meditate in. All around, the grass was long and lush, a consequence of the plentiful rains we’ve been having. I love the eerie air that unkempt fields of tall grass and wild flowers create. It makes me feel untamed and free too and the Goddess is near too.

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On the water’s edge of this unfamiliar path, I met a great mature tree whose name I do not know. I stopped a while, requesting to enter her space and placed my hand on her bark, honouring and breathing with her for a few moments. Inhaling and exhaling while consciously sharing my breath with a tree is simple yet precious process that connects me deeply with my inner essence and the sacred thread of light woven through all life. It leaves me humbled every time and my heart full with the love that Nature seems to share so willingly, especially on those low days when melancholic feelings set in. Tree breathing is such a basic yet uplifting form of meditation. If you haven’t done so already, then please do give it a go. Below are some brief guidelines on how to go about it:

How to do a Tree Breathing Meditation:

  • Find a tree in your garden or a nature space to connect with (always ask permission first).
  • Sit on the ground near the tree, or stand next to the tree and place your hand on its trunk.
  • Take a deep breath in. As you do, give thanks to the tree for the life giving gift of air. Give thanks for the breath that fills your lungs and feel your life force expand.
  • When you exhale, offer you breathe back to the tree and to Mother Earth.
  • Honour the tree and Mother Earth for this sacred connection.
  • Inhale and then exhale again, repeating the process of focused attention. Say “I thank you for this breath” each time you breathe in, and “I offer you my breath” each time you breathe out.
  • Bring your attention to the fact that all life is connected in Oneness and we are all connected through breath. You are part of this beautiful network of sacred mystery.

A Mirror of Peace

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“Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

Engulfed in the beauty of Mother Nature, I feel the nurturing support of the Earth below me, solid, firm, yet comfortable. I’m becoming ever more sensitive to her pulsing energy as it becomes entrained with my own. Beside me, the tall wises trees stand in silence. Being in the powerful presence of these sisters is so calming. As they emanate the deep contentment of peace, I can’t help but drop into the stillness of my own centre to mirror that peace back to them. The sounds of Nature rest gently in my ears, like soothing lullabies sung softly to me by the Great Mother.


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