I hope this finds you well and safe, listening to your inner world as you renavigate your relationship to the outer world.
And good day to all.
Suspecting that the glorious flowering trees that frame Kripalu’s front terrace might be blooming, Niki the Dog and I took an amble across the campus yesterday.
My friends, the trees are so stunning. In all their glory, they open and open themselves to the universe.
With empty parking lots and silent hallways, nevertheless, the blossoms explode with life, so comforting, so assuring of the harmony that exists, deeper than us.
I walked with you there.
I thought of you there.
I imagined you there.
And you will be there—
We all will.
We had a great walk.
And here are a few of my pictures of my favorite Kripalu trees, sprinkled through this blog.
I ponder the wisdom, the brilliance, the ancient knowing of trees.
My thoughts go to Mary Oliver, who says it best.
Here is Mary Oliver’s, When I am Among the Trees:
Tiny Podcast—Prayer, Practice & Possibility
My spiritual practice, my prayer practice, ebbs and flows.
Richer connected times are followed inevitably by drier days, in which more will, more effort is needed for my internal connection.
These days, as spring warms and the trees open to life, I find prayer easier, more accessible—as if prayer were finding me, rather than me having to jumpstart finding prayer.
All phases are practice; all are sacred and inevitable, filled with richness.
Join me in this meditative investigation into prayer, practice, and the possibilities of all its stages.
Whatever the form of your practice, what do you notice?
What do you practice?
What do you notice?
What are the gifts?
With gratitude for all of it,