Nurturing my Relationship(s) with all of Life

Yesterday a small group of women spent time in a friend’s garden
We were on a mini-solo
staying with whatever caught our attention in the garden
Being open to nature
is it came to meet and greet us
after the first summer rains

I was astounded at how rich it is
How much is there
Right there where I have stepped
every week for so many weeks
But this was seemingly my first time to Truly see it,
When I finally consciously chose to go and meet the world

I saw the Crested Barbit, the very small lizard, the Chongololos making their way quietly, returned with the rain,
looking as if they had never left;
the log that has been placed for us to sit on,
the myriad colours of green, that were surely there the day before,
but which shone so much brighter after the rain.
The Bourgainvillia and the many many flowers, red, white, orange, yellow, purple
whose names I don’t know;
the beautiful rocks, placed lovingly in a basin of water,
the bird bath glistening in the sun,
the cacti,
the crooked twists of the trunks and branches of the many different trees

It felt like a haven, a miraculous paradise on this earth.

I have often appreciated Bev’s garden
But yesterday I met it in a way I have not before

And I wondered, and I wonder
how much of the gifts and miracles of life
pass me by
as I move through my life
with my awareness turned inward
moving through the stories and the dramas of my own delightful mind 🙂

I am learning something about the quality of Relationships
And that I am in relationship with all of life – not only human beings:
The earth beneath my feet,
The Trees that grow in my garden
The many birds that nest above me, the wind, the rain, the butterflies, the bats, the rocks,

And it is my choice how conscious I wish to be about those relationships

As with all relationships as I engage with them,
I discover new gifts, immense beauty.

I am discovering a world of magic,
Just waiting for me to reach out and touch it

What does it mean to be human?
In a world full of magic
To truly be human in a world full of magic…

I suspect the answer is something so much vaster
than what I have been living until now

Like the unfurling of a new shoot
I open myself and reach out
into a fresh new world

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Dancing in the Wild – Soul Dancing Day 45

Yggdrasil
A place to Dance – A place to Pray – It is All Prayer

I have returned from 5 days in the bush. I danced there. Not as long as when I am home, not as fast, but I danced. And I realised that it was a different kind of dance. My listening was different. I thought I would be dancing to the Sounds of Nature – but actually it was not Sound as much as Connection. Feet on ground, hands touching space, body opening to the sky, turning to the trees, touching earth, feeling breeze.

I think this may be in our dance always but it took being away from music and even other people, to realise that my whole body is an organ for listening. Not only listening through ears, but through skin, and heart, and yes perhaps soul.

It was not easy, and not always sweet. My inner judge and critic showed up ample times. But when she stilled – when I was just there in the dance, with the land – how beautiful. Magical. Even if just for a split second :).

It made me conscious of how incredibly difficult it is to be in that place, of Openness to life. In This Moment. It made me realise how fast I am moving; Mind often one step ahead of This Moment, and so not really in This Moment.

Apart from the lions… Because of course I encountered two male lions about 200 meters from where I had been dancing for 20 minutes or so, on my own! So, apart from the lions, it made me want to explore more of this slowing down to the pace of nature, whilst joining with her in movement;  whilst joining with her in dance; touching her with my palms, as they circle into the sky, out to the trees, down to the earth…

It reminds me of the Anna Halpren documentary titled Breath made Visible.

Dance is…Breath made Visible

The Bush reminded me, that

We don’t need music to Breathe.

And actually we don’t need music to Dance.

Breath and Presence – and there is Dance

Breath and Dance – and there is Presence

Dance and Presence – and there is Breath

surprise encounter
Post Dance Unexpected Encounter. What an adventure this life is.

Post Script:

The day after my Lion Encounter I had a little more nerves in entering the bush to dance. And so my dance became a dance of attending to everything that surrounded me – each sound, each feeling. I whirled around tending, attending, presencing to what was in my field. Slow, Fast, Present. Perhaps because of the adrenaline that truly brought me to Presence – it was one of the most exquisite of my days of learning to dance in nature. It was brief, but it was Potent, Awake.

How to cultivate the gift of Presence, in the Gift of Dance, in the Gift of Breath?