I am trying to incorporate more meditation into my practice. Mediation isn’t easy for me, as I have mentioned. Another issue is that I have an active imagination. So I always tend to worry and wonder how much of what I see is due to a good imagination and how much of it is actual communication with the Kindreds. I really do not know.
Today during my daily devotions, I chose to do a longer mediation. I sat down under my internal tree and leaned against it. I like to think of it as my own tree of life. It is big enough around that I can only see one section of it at a time but small enough that if I’m sitting under it I can not see a being sitting against it just a foot away. I think it is not perfectly round as some times my body nestles into it as if cradled. Any way I sat down and called out to see if anyone would be interested in connecting with me. Next thing I know, I had arms wrapped around me that almost in a hug but then I was pulled backwards into the tree and tumbled down a long chute, only to land into a pond. I stand up to find it about hip deep and find a large leaf or lily pad on top of my head dripping water into my face. The water was cool but not cold. I carefully remove the leaf on my head trying not to damage it in the process and place it back down in the water. As I wonder how to get out of the pond without doing damage, a series of stepping stones appear. As I step on to land, I find that I’m now dry. A bushy tailed squirrel runs up to me and chitters at me. It starts off and returns. I take it that I am to follow. I’m lead down a short path and into a meadow I’ve seen before in my dreams. A steep hill is to one side, perfect for laying on to enjoy the warmth of the sun. The trail I’m on leads past that hill and into a forest. I forget about the squirrel and lay down to soak up the sun. Shortly however, the squirrel returns and coaxes me back onto my feet and back into the forest. So I follow along only to suddenly step out into a winter scene. As soon as I start to shiver from the cold, something warm is wrapped around me and a hat is dropped onto my head. Comfortably warm, I start to look around and try to enjoy the winter landscape. Trees empty of leaves, pines coated with snow and frost. A owl is heard, a red cardinal flies by and some deer pass. I feel the urge to move on yet want to continue to observe the frozen beauty. I hear a crack and realize that ice has broken as spring suddenly rushes in. The squirrel returns to lecture me on my way. I come to another opening in the forest to see my tree from a distance. It is large and yet seems so small at the same time. It also seems to hold all season within its branches, one to each side. I tend to sit on either the summer quarter or the fall quarter but there is also a spring and a winter section to the tree. Here my mediation ends.
Not sure exactly what the point of the meditation was, but it was an interesting adventure. I thanked the nature kin for the experience and ended my devotions.