My spirituality is definitely nurtured in the out of doors. My greatest encounters with the power that is greater than myself has been outside, in the forest, lying on my back under the trees. If anyone reading this has never done that it is a powerful experience. Go out into the woods or find a small copes or several trees in a grove and lie on your back and look up through the branches. Plan to have at least 30 minutes of this. It is life-changing, or least it was for me. I am now living in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, my husband died, and I was not able to stay on our little farm in North Carolina. So I have taken to going up to the large cemetery nearby and lying under the trees there. I’ll speak more of the cemetery at another time.
Maggie - thank you for this sharing and vulnerability. I had an experience like what you described of just laying but it was above treeline at the end of a very difficult backpacking trip. But there was such a holiness and restorative sense at that moment. Life changing indeed
I find light and help in watching the many moods of the ocean, in poetry, in dancing my prayers, in sitting in the shared quiet of meditation with other light-bearers.
That place for me is inside. Deep inside. I found it when I was a small child and my cries weren’t heard. Instead of getting louder , I got quieter. That place is always available. I think God is there along with my guardian angel who I slept with every night. I always left half my bed with an extra pillow just for her. I imagined how she folded her wings around her. It was very real to me and I can still conjure the comfort and safety.
My spirituality is definitely nurtured in the out of doors. My greatest encounters with the power that is greater than myself has been outside, in the forest, lying on my back under the trees. If anyone reading this has never done that it is a powerful experience. Go out into the woods or find a small copes or several trees in a grove and lie on your back and look up through the branches. Plan to have at least 30 minutes of this. It is life-changing, or least it was for me. I am now living in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, my husband died, and I was not able to stay on our little farm in North Carolina. So I have taken to going up to the large cemetery nearby and lying under the trees there. I’ll speak more of the cemetery at another time.
Maggie - thank you for this sharing and vulnerability. I had an experience like what you described of just laying but it was above treeline at the end of a very difficult backpacking trip. But there was such a holiness and restorative sense at that moment. Life changing indeed
I find light and help in watching the many moods of the ocean, in poetry, in dancing my prayers, in sitting in the shared quiet of meditation with other light-bearers.
Moods of the ocean. I can just see that idea in my heart. Thank you
That place for me is inside. Deep inside. I found it when I was a small child and my cries weren’t heard. Instead of getting louder , I got quieter. That place is always available. I think God is there along with my guardian angel who I slept with every night. I always left half my bed with an extra pillow just for her. I imagined how she folded her wings around her. It was very real to me and I can still conjure the comfort and safety.