I wake up strange. Some mornings, I awake and in those groggy, twilightish moments before I am fully awake, I inadvertently tap into the Universal Consciousness. At those times I may here Christmas carols if it is near that holiday. Around Easter, I rouse to the familiar Easter Catholic church hymns. When there has been a catastrophic weather event whether it be earthquake, tsunami, damaging tornados or floods, I will feel overwhelming dread and the need to check the news. Lately, with the Russian war, I have awaken to rebel chants, gunfire, feeling the need to run and flee, and a deep sense of danger.
Today, fortunately, it was on a happier note. As my eyelids struggled to open, my ears were delighted by the gentle drops of much anticipated rain. I pictured myself in the deep, mossy, richly green, vibrant and wet forest. I Need To Go and Get Close to Trees. Yes, get close to trees is an intense feeling, more of a need, that I must attend to and honor. It isn't a whim or a passing notion. This is something that my mind, my body, heart and soul doth require. Thus, I shall dress accordingly, fulfill my appointment obligation, and head off to my favorite deep, dark, lush woods!
