Thoughts

I like the rhythm of my own thoughts
Perhaps I like the rhythm of yours too
Perhaps I don't
I won't know unless I listen
But at least I have my own thoughts
to return to if yours turn out to be crappy
HA! Surely not, you scoff.
But I ask you, do you like your own thoughts?

My thoughts are filled with old growth forests,
dancers around firelight, strong mothers,
wise men, sassy and creative daughters,
sons with good reasoning skills and noble dreams,
cottages surrounded by fragrant herbs, and homes filled
with those that know how to use herbs well,
small patches of grass surrounded by privacy hedges and
fruit trees and greenhouses and gardens and permaculture
landscapes melting into semi-wild parks and even wilder
conservation areas. Foods that heal rather than kill and
professionals with hearts bigger than their paychecks.
A world where money stays in its proper place and quality
of life is so common that there is no such thing as a need
for charity fundraisers.

Of course I will entertain the thoughts of others for awhile,
but I will continue to return to my inner world quite frequently until
it is quite outside of myself.

Energetic Weather

There is always some sort of weather happening, in the literal world and in the metaphysically energetic world.

Empaths feel both types of weather very keenly.

I cannot speak for all empaths, but I love a rainy day. I love snow. I love cool breezes. I love sunny spring days and I love surprisingly chilly summer nights. I also love the joy of children, the sense of fulfillment that some grandparents get from spending time with their grandchildren, the overwhelming sense of honor that adoptive parents feel after a long struggle to offer themselves up as a family. I love compatible, romantic matches, and tolerant, appreciative friendships. I love when people correctly realize when it is time to walk away, and when it isn't.

There are also things I don't like. I don't like acres of mowed grass. I prefer small lawns for a game of Croquet or Bocce, pathways and permaculture. I don't like clearcut logging. I want old trees to be highly respected. I don't like soulless science. I don't like greedy capitalism. I don't like abuse of any kind.

Not everyone feels the same things the same way. Some people love to sunbathe on shadeless beaches, while others might prefer sking, or scuba diving, or spelunking, or bike riding, or hiking. We can't judge another person's happiness for them, they have to tell us these things. On the other hand, when the geese begin to fly south we know that winter is on its way. We can see the signs and we can feel the chill in the air.

Energetic weather isn't exactly about preferences, although it may seem so to some. Energetic weather is a lot like literal weather, you might like it, you might not, but there it is. Some try to manipulate weather, literal and energetic. To a degree they feel that they are succeeding. Since energy can be manipulated there are those that desire to harness it, and in many ways they can, but energy also has a mind of its own. Empaths involuntarily measure the unharnessed energies, literal and metaphysical. Just as it isn't too difficult to predict the arrival of winter, so it isn't too difficult to predict generalities in metaphysical weather. The specifics are more tricky. To say how many inches of snow will be coming is a much greater skill, that no one I am aware of has perfectly mastered yet.

What I have been leading up to is this, there is a metaphysical storm front on the horizon. This is not a maybe. The cold front and the warm front are building and affecting each other. The sky is a peculiar color. One is torn between a desire to stay out in the open and watch the mesmerizing display, or seek shelter immediately. Most are seeking shelter. Oddly, it is the introverts who are still out and about, seemingly oblivious to the herd mentality. The hotheads and the healers are also still able to be seen, perhaps representative of the hot and cold energies, perhaps even feeling a surge of uncommon vitality.

What sort of storm is brewing? Are there tornado warnings? High wind cautions? Will there be flash floods? Will the air be charged and cleansed?

The first big drops start to fall, just after the lightning strikes a tree in the distance. A sense of wonder and relief and fear is upon us.

Tree Telepathy

Tree Telepathy

My thoughts:

A tree is not blind
or deaf
A tree is not alone
or without community
or without family
A tree is strong
A tree is wise
A tree is symbolic
A tree is metaphoric
A tree is sacred
A tree is able to be used and abused
I don't think I would have the courage to be a tree
A tree is courageous

The tree's response:

"Don't cry for me,"
said the tree.
"Learn from me
how to be,
and how to be
community....
For we already are."

~The Squirrels favorite Shagbark Hickory growing by the creek

My response:

You are the tree planted by the waters.
I want to be like you.




Though trees do not often get the respect they deserve, they are deserving.
It is towards our own peril that we undervalue the trees.