What is True Nature? The inquiry sits in the belly of meditating outdoors. A ravenous hunger to know, not with the intellect, but with an intuition older than her years.
A chorus of birdsong inspires the use of voice to its maximal potential. Speak, sing, write your truth. Do not be afraid of criticism, laughter, misunderstanding. Nobody can see you inside, hear the beat of your heart like you do.
The distant sound of an airplane is perceived followed by a passing car. Are the sounds in sequence, simultaneous? Mind wants to know. Body and breath soothe the need to get somewhere. You are here right now earth child. Please stay, so you can remember stillness when others (including you) are restless.
Breathing in, breathing out. The remembrance of so many trees accompanying the hike up to the Arbolejo overlook making space for a being learning to root in each moment, exchanging carbon dioxide wounding from others for life giving awareness and healing.
But wait! This isn’t mindfulness meditation, bare attention, mental noting. Familiar whispers of doubt, of formal education, past conditioning compete for attention. It’s the only way to be heard. You only graduate if you learn it a certain way.
Eyes gently open to a panorama of sky blue and forest green. This isn’t mindfulness meditation. It’s mindful Mother Nature meditation moving into Qigong under a warm diamond sun inspiring this Aires fire to burn with metta and passion.
Buddha speaks through the voice of the Sacred Feminine: through Earth Mother, through DoriMa, through Aishin.
This Dhamma door is always open. Will you walk through it?