I chose the large walnut tree in our backyard. Our family has felt a close kinship with this tree that has shaded our back and provided a home for birds, squirrels, and insects.
I've waited until the last hour of the day three to do my meditation. My body feels tired and my mind is weary. I sit on a chair on the deck and look up into the large branches, illuminated by the lights of my home. My mind struggles to deepen into the practice, wandering randomly to various thoughts of the day. I feel sleepy and consider ending the meditation. I then realize that this too is part of the work, another aspect of who I am, and I continue on.
I search for a deeper connection with the tree but none is forthcoming. The darkness hides much of the tree's intricate details, leaving only a blackened silhoutte. I look beyond the leaves, into the empty spaces, and notice the presence of stars in the sky. The tree appears even larger in this context, and gives the tree a magical quality.
I walk down to the base of the tree and touch its rough bark. From this proximity, I feel a much stronger resonance with the tree, looking up with fascination at the upward stretching branches. My hand against the tree sends a small charge of energy pulsing through my body. I close my eyes and take in all I can with my weary body.
I find myself wondering about how much time remains in the meditation, wanting to move on to other things. Not the most stellar of meditations but I don't give it much weight. Some days on this journey will be like this and I realize that the state of my being, my consciousness, will have much to do with my ability to reach out and connect with nature. I look forward to another meditation tomorrow.