My Bodhi Tree

My Bodhi Tree

My Bodhi Tree

THE FOREST EAST OF PIE TOWN, NM — #MyLove #MiracleLog #Journaling #LivingIt

May 1, 2015 1:26 PM

Twee brr brr.

Twee brr brr.

The sound drew me. The bird, unseen, was nearby. I’d never heard this birdsong before, but it was haunting, it was beautiful, and it drew me.

I stepped into the woods to find her.

Yesterday, as I traveled westward, I noticed a dirt road and She whispered, “Here,” so I pulled to the side, examined it on Google Maps (I of so little faith) then drove down it.

I came across the campsite where I’m writing this from and She whispered, “Here,” and I pulled in and thought it looked and felt like a great camp but my mind said, “Maybe there’s something better further on,” and I drove further on and two hours later turned around and made camp where She had told me originally—where She had whispered, “Here.”

Twee brr brr.

Twee brr brr.

I followed the sweet birdsong to a large, old tree. It was an oddly short tree for its girth—five feet in diameter yet only 30 feet tall. A tree most would have walked right on by, yet I was struck by it. The tree was filled with a presence, a profound sense of wisdom and age. It felt sacred and I imagined it to be the oldest tree in the forest. I was filled with gratitude.

Twee brr brr.

And just overhead, the bird sang.

Twee brr brr.

Thank-you,” I whispered to the bird and the tree and to God Herself. “Thank-you,” I whispered in awe.

This morning, I found a link to an article about changing your brain’s neural pathways—that it takes from three to four months to re-wire a habit or concept into the brain. I knew this to be true about habits, but never considered it about concepts. Could this be why all the insights and practices that come to me so rarely stick? My brain suspected “Yes,” but I know the truth. I know it is “Yes.”

Twee brr brr.

Twee brr brr.

After reading the article, I went through my posts tagged #Remember and made the following list—practices and thoughts and insights that stood out this morning—insights that felt important:

Twee brr brr.

Twee brr brr.

I grabbed my coffee and my pipe and my list and I sat under my Bodhi tree (I wouldn’t know a Bodhi from a Banyan, but there you go) and contemplated the list. What should be my practice for the next three months? (I can’t practice all of them at once, I need to focus.)

The answer came to me almost immediately, but still I sat and contemplated the list for over an hour (I of so little faith).

Twee brr brr.

Twee brr brr.

All of these have the same meaning, all of them the same essence. They are why I started this journal in the first place (yet got so easily distracted): To deepen my faith, to surrender, to commune with—to conjoin with—Her.

I don’t know exactly how to practice them, but I do know that I’ll find a way.

To my readers: Please don’t expect any blog posts for awhile (a week or two or four), I want to focus on this practice without the constant “inner narration” that most bloggers/writers experience. I want to commune with Her without distraction—to pull away and drop those tenacious archetypes of self-contraction and self-preservation. I want to lose myself in Her love song.

Twee brr brr.

Twee brr brr.

(I am so grateful.I want to deepen my faith.

I’ll be back soon.

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One thought on “My Bodhi Tree

  1. Perhaps all u’r thoughts and insights may be practiced simultaneously by simply being fully immersed in the moment. Just listen… Twee brr brr. That’s u’r meditation right there. Have fun with it. 🙂

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