Some part of my consciousness awakens when I am hanging out in my garden. There is a quiet improvised dance that seems to start as soon as I pass through the tory. I take a broad survey from corner to corner then inadvertently something will call out to me for attention: a colorful bush, a tipsy flower, a playful visiting animal, a patch of grass, or a gnarly weed. I often take on a hound dog like quality lifting my nose to the sky inhaling the wonderful life all around me. Every time I pass by my lilac tree I fill every crevise of my lungs with that heavenly fragrance.
When I saunter around, there is a feeling that I experience nowhere else. The most descriptive word I can find is connect. That may sound trite or uninteresting because it is such a commonplace word, but there is a sensation of merging, attaching, enveloping that encompasses me from the outside in all the while I am erupting inside out. There is a palpable vibration that passes through my body viscerally. It's not really a thought or idea as much as a feeling that resembles invocation introducing me to a different plane of awareness and Reality. Time erases. Performance ceases. Obligation vanishes.
The garden and I talk. We discuss life. There is no need for words in this conversation, but the dialogue is rich, meaningful and intriguing. Perhaps I'll share some of our talks in the upcoming days...
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