Lying there under the trees, I was struck by… well, a multitude of things. I ended up staying there for over four hours, so (inevitably) a lot of thinking went on. Some talking too (with the lovely souls who turned out) and some blissful stillness together as well. But about the thoughts: at one point, because of the late timing of our sitting, the flowers were at the very end stages of their bloom. A few brisk (but deliciously warm) winds picked up and petals just swooshed and rained down everywhere. They fell to the ground, landing on the blanket, our clothes, in our hair. It was quietly spectacular. That beauty was just… there. And so the realization: I don’t have to make anything – nothing needs any making. It’s already here.
The act (or “making” as it were) was simply in the noticing.
Photo by Csenge K.