I have Kingfisher near where I live that does similar things. I am sure it was saying hello on behalf of that place…. And yes … to that gust of wind… !
Thank you. Kingfisher has been a significant presence for all the faculty of Living Waters. And there is a subtlety to all these appearance I am reaching to understand.
Glad you liked the post, thank you. We could discuss One and Unity and Me and We for a long time. For me, it is best to be guided by the experiences. Delightful to be told stuff by Robin and Deer! Thank you!
Thank you Peter for sharing your place and practice with such authenticity. Many resonances with practice I am growing in my urban pocket park. Like any relationship repeated visiting and open attention iis helping me come into a place of intimacy and conversation there, along with expression of gratitude to Country and her traditional custodians. It’s wonderful to hear how many of us are quietly coming into this relatedness throughout the world 💚
I love that you share some of your experiene of unity. that is, to me, the core of all “ontopoetic” gestures. those who communicate through them are all tied together in this unity. it is like the little doorway at the IKEA store which allows you to reach the self-service area directly from the entrance without passing through the showrooms.
from the unity experience it is just self-evident that there is transparency, osmosis, between all aspects of, all participants in this unity. so even your purely subjective enrapture with an event – the gusts of wind blowing the leaves – opens communication (and it does not matter if the gesture you experienced was “intendend” as such), because in responding to it with inner transport, you reach the place where all are tied together, and so also those you communicate with.
we are not just sometimes lucky receivers of a gesture of welcome, but always profoundly active. and this activity is the same as the activity in the core of the One.
PS there is a beautiful sycamore, neer barren now under the blue sky, in the adjacent garden. I greeted them yesterday morning, asked for generous reception, pledged to be always nourishing to life. and in that moment the last withered leaves all started to move and wave to me. of course there was a gust of wind, but it came just so that I was answered back :-)
PPS
in the end it is not of the least importance to get any gesture back as the sentient world is always present (in the Heart, as the mystics would say, which of course is as big as the world).
What a lovely piece! Your practice is much like the one I've arrived at myself over the years. I believe getting to know a place slowly over repeated visits is, as you mentioned, important. I often think landscapes, with their unique complex of elements, are sentient of beings in themselves. They have such distinctive personalities. Some more than others seem to be "thin places" as the Irish call them where the worlds meet. The photo you included has that feeling.
Thank you. Certainly from what little I know from Australian Indigenous teaching, Places a closely linked with their original languages. As my Australian colleagues write: 'We are saying that this place-based practice of deep listening, sincere observation
and accumulative, experiential insightful learning; of intentionally coming to know
one’s place as the subject of profound love, will gradually facilitate capacity to hear,
Your River reminds me of a poem I wrote earlier this year:
Komorebi by the river
What the river says, that is what I say
William Stafford
by the river stop
and sit on sphagnum moss
keep dry with rain trousers
bracken birch and rowan leaves
waltz on the breeze accompanied
by trinkles-splashes-whooshes-buzzes
by the river stop talking
and sit in ever changing shadows –
flickering light blurs the mountains
and a kaleidoscope of clouds –
the sun comes the sun goes
then the sun comes again
now sit longer by the river
where red berries bounce the silence –
well rooted sit bones sink deep
into the earth’s core
with nothing more to do or speak –
with hearts ease among trees
And a workshop I hosted at the Maggie Cancer Care centre in Glasgow. The title was "Crossing Thresholds" with the architects and poet Gerry Loose. On the poster were two quotes:
Poetry is verdant – in spring
it is born from each raindrop, each
ray of light falling on the ground.
How much room do we have for them
between a morning and an evening
or upon a page in a book?
Jaan Kaplinski
At the door of the house who will come knocking?
An open door, we enter
A closed door, a den
The world pulse beats beyond my door
Pierre Albert Birot
(quoted in The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard)
I have Kingfisher near where I live that does similar things. I am sure it was saying hello on behalf of that place…. And yes … to that gust of wind… !
Thank you. Kingfisher has been a significant presence for all the faculty of Living Waters. And there is a subtlety to all these appearance I am reaching to understand.
Wow! What a great share Peter 💜
Quote:
"It is not the consciousness of I-it, even on I-Thou, but of ‘One’."
I call it 'me'.
Middle-ground between It and I; or spirit and identity.
How do you feel about swapping 'one's for 'unity' since it's Universal and we're dealing with the teachings of our 'humaniversity'?
One is only one number, there are 9, and 'zeroness and allness' of course ☺️
Oh yeah, how about 'we' is an extension of 'me'?
I'm just me, and sharing back is my way to express gratitude.
Two deer, a robin and a hill told me stuff today 🤗 and not to forget a few friends.
Much love 💜 and thank you (extension of I) Peter
Glad you liked the post, thank you. We could discuss One and Unity and Me and We for a long time. For me, it is best to be guided by the experiences. Delightful to be told stuff by Robin and Deer! Thank you!
Thank you Peter for sharing your place and practice with such authenticity. Many resonances with practice I am growing in my urban pocket park. Like any relationship repeated visiting and open attention iis helping me come into a place of intimacy and conversation there, along with expression of gratitude to Country and her traditional custodians. It’s wonderful to hear how many of us are quietly coming into this relatedness throughout the world 💚
wonderful entry. thanks for making it available.
I love that you share some of your experiene of unity. that is, to me, the core of all “ontopoetic” gestures. those who communicate through them are all tied together in this unity. it is like the little doorway at the IKEA store which allows you to reach the self-service area directly from the entrance without passing through the showrooms.
from the unity experience it is just self-evident that there is transparency, osmosis, between all aspects of, all participants in this unity. so even your purely subjective enrapture with an event – the gusts of wind blowing the leaves – opens communication (and it does not matter if the gesture you experienced was “intendend” as such), because in responding to it with inner transport, you reach the place where all are tied together, and so also those you communicate with.
we are not just sometimes lucky receivers of a gesture of welcome, but always profoundly active. and this activity is the same as the activity in the core of the One.
PS there is a beautiful sycamore, neer barren now under the blue sky, in the adjacent garden. I greeted them yesterday morning, asked for generous reception, pledged to be always nourishing to life. and in that moment the last withered leaves all started to move and wave to me. of course there was a gust of wind, but it came just so that I was answered back :-)
PPS
in the end it is not of the least importance to get any gesture back as the sentient world is always present (in the Heart, as the mystics would say, which of course is as big as the world).
What a lovely piece! Your practice is much like the one I've arrived at myself over the years. I believe getting to know a place slowly over repeated visits is, as you mentioned, important. I often think landscapes, with their unique complex of elements, are sentient of beings in themselves. They have such distinctive personalities. Some more than others seem to be "thin places" as the Irish call them where the worlds meet. The photo you included has that feeling.
Thank you. Certainly from what little I know from Australian Indigenous teaching, Places a closely linked with their original languages. As my Australian colleagues write: 'We are saying that this place-based practice of deep listening, sincere observation
and accumulative, experiential insightful learning; of intentionally coming to know
one’s place as the subject of profound love, will gradually facilitate capacity to hear,
recognise and heed the voice of Boodjar (Country)
Your River reminds me of a poem I wrote earlier this year:
Komorebi by the river
What the river says, that is what I say
William Stafford
by the river stop
and sit on sphagnum moss
keep dry with rain trousers
bracken birch and rowan leaves
waltz on the breeze accompanied
by trinkles-splashes-whooshes-buzzes
by the river stop talking
and sit in ever changing shadows –
flickering light blurs the mountains
and a kaleidoscope of clouds –
the sun comes the sun goes
then the sun comes again
now sit longer by the river
where red berries bounce the silence –
well rooted sit bones sink deep
into the earth’s core
with nothing more to do or speak –
with hearts ease among trees
And a workshop I hosted at the Maggie Cancer Care centre in Glasgow. The title was "Crossing Thresholds" with the architects and poet Gerry Loose. On the poster were two quotes:
Poetry is verdant – in spring
it is born from each raindrop, each
ray of light falling on the ground.
How much room do we have for them
between a morning and an evening
or upon a page in a book?
Jaan Kaplinski
At the door of the house who will come knocking?
An open door, we enter
A closed door, a den
The world pulse beats beyond my door
Pierre Albert Birot
(quoted in The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard)
as ever with gratitude,
Sukhema
Thank you. I will reflect on these lines. Px