I woke this morning with Tiger tucked alongside me and realized he’s been grieving the passing of his sister Bella, and today it seems we both came to peace.
I thought of the words of Albert Einstein: “Energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another,” and so Bella is here in another form.
Robert Bly has passed away at the age of 94. What an amazing man. I remember being at Asilomar for a workshop and I walked by his workshop that was intended for men, but he waved his hand and invited me in.
I love his translation of Basho’s poem, and today with his passing though the temple bell has stopped, “the sound keeps coming out of the flowers”.
Today begins the Year of the Rat, an industrious little fellow. I meditated this morning feeling energy flow. I’ve cleaned out enough that I’ve saved what nourishes me, and let other pieces go. Today is a pause to recollect, recollect the past.
For fifth and most of sixth grade, we lived seven miles outside Bettendorf, Iowa in a beautiful home that overlooked the Mississippi River. There was an island in that part of the river so the water would freeze and we could ice skate over and be with trees. In summer, we swam off a dock and traveled in a boat my father built. We could water ski from the dock. Next to our house was what I felt as a forest at the time. If I were to return, I’m sure it wouldn’t be the same but in those years of change, I could go there and be alone with birds, leaves, squirrels and trees.
Much of my life revolves around water and trees. There, I feed, and now this morning the birds are beginning to wake. And there’s that word wake. We each leave a wake as we move in our various ways.
Trees and animals, humans and insects, flowers and birds:
These are active images of the subtle energies that flow