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Walking in the woods at this time of the year when mist encloses and leaves rustle beneath ones feet is time of dreaming and listening for me. It is also a time to revel in the layers of the Earth which reveal themselves as I brush my feet through the fallen leaves and I am always thrilled by the textures and colours presented to hungry eyes.
The autumn always encourages me to look below the surface of my life and discover the layers built up over the year, discovering what needs to be let go and what will feed the coming darker, dormant days through the winter be that coinciding with the season of winter or in personal times of winter.
Often there are surprises when I brush a booted foot through fallen leaves signs of life in shape of beetle or fallen fruit, fungi finding shade and sustenance in the most inhospitable places to my eyes. I always stop and spend a moment getting to 'know' what I am looking at.
I take this practice into my daily life when looking beneath the layers of my own life and am often surprised that not only is there life in the most unpromising environment but often beauty brought about by the transformation of letting go that which has run its natural course.
Sitting this morning I found my eye drawn to this environment and it set me wondering about all the 'worlds' held by this world and how many I miss or trample upon without realising and I held my gaze for a long time on this small world of wood and web and felt the pull of the tides the gaze of the moon and the songs of the stars within and without as the sense of communion, belonging found echo in my heart.
It was only a moment but a moment to wrap gently and open throughout a day and feel a link not the overwhelming separation that often fills the mind that forgets that I am the tree, I am the soil, I am the brick, I am the mess and muddle but most of all I am stardust come from and going to the Universe.
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