Rooted blessings tapped my shoulder, slow bending Candlewood
tree wrapping her love round me.
I walked the thickets of the Milkwood and Candlewood trees
today. Was blessed beyond words at the flowers that I saw for the first time
ever. I stooped to enter the low hugging trees – Oh, I know as sure as my
breath that Great Spirit breathes into me through all I see. This shaded place,
lichens, moss, damp earth. A place where I felt no foot had been before. I am
in love, with the Land… I felt the same deep ecstasy as I feel in meditation. I
am carrying that visceral feeling of blessings, love, bliss. I can barely
describe the awe I feel of all around me. Oh Gaia, I am in love with you.
“Is there a spiritual geography, are there certain places
upon the earth which are more or less attuned to certain modes of
consciousness? And if so, do such qualities belong to the earth itself, to
certain qualities of light, or sound, or scent or rock formation?…or do people
of a certain cast of mind impart to the land their own qualities?” Kathleen
Raine, The Lion’s Mouth
I walk the Holy Land everyday…
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