An Early Morning Meditation Time

 

It was a colder morning today than in the afternoon of my first experience yesterday. I am glad that I chose to wear my hooded woolen cloak, which made sitting on the cold concrete bench more comfortable. I still went barefoot, as I appreciate the grounding effect it has and it brings me closer to the natural world, but my feet were certainly numb by the end of the roughly half hour encounter.

There was more noise made by humans today, which was strange to me, given that it is early on a Saturday morning, but I heard the neighbors’ cars and trucks running in their driveways, voices speaking, and a dog barking. It all seemed intrusive on the more-than-human world and emphasized to me how far removed we so often are in our modern lives.

Although I had completed my morning prayer, it seemed fitting to pray in this natural environment, so I silently prayed with my prayer rope, as I observed my surroundings.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

But then a slight breeze and a sunbeam through the trees made a spider web glint in its golden light, and I gradually noticed that it was not just one string but a whole intricate and extensive web stretching between the branches of several trees. 

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

Birdsong was all around, and I distinctly heard at least four different songs, though I am not learned enough in ornithology to know from which species they originated. 

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

A squirrel chattered in a tree above my head, and another ran through the woods only a few meters from me, seemingly oblivious.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

The early morning sun reflected off the leaves, bringing out the reds of the maple, the still green of the beech, and the yellows and browns of the oaks, as well as the ever green needles of the pines.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

I notice the textures of the trunks of the trees and how they differ from one another, some smooth, others rough or knobby.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

A sense of stillness. An enhanced awareness of the forest. A sense of belonging. Peace.




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