The lesson and the lark

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The following session of writing with spirit felt more like a vivid guided meditation – a feeling that was reinforced when I read it back. If only I could impersonate Jy’s voice, I might be tempted to record this one and play it when I need to chill out after a challenging day.

A country walk with Jy, 5 April 2014

I wish to take you for a country walk, as so many of you will begin to enjoy now your weather is improving. I wish to stroll with you along a lane, across a field and down to the banks of a stream, where we may observe the water and all that lives within it.

As we walk we will talk and our conversation will be joyful. But as we walk and talk we will also observe. We will drink in the beauty of nature; we will use all of the senses with which your fine bodies are graced. We will enjoy each other’s discourse but we will not miss the beauty around us and the joy to be had from it. We will be fully aware.

So let us imagine, bizarre as it may seem, that my words here are our conversation. As we discuss them, as you question me and I playfully respond – for what sort of a teacher, or a good companion, does not have a sense of humour? – as we chatter amongst ourselves, what else is there to see, to feel?

Feel the hard-packed earth of the lane beneath your feet. Feel the breeze upon your skin. Do you feel the warmth of the sun upon your cheek? Hear the bird that chirrups from the tree above, the buzz of the bee as it bumbles by. Now, as we cross through the gap in the hedgerow, smell the blossom, feel the scratch upon your hand of hawthorn. Feel the new softness and give under your feet as hard-packed earth changes to grass.

But do not lose track of what I am saying! Do you need to beg my pardon as you admire the buttercups but miss my joke? Aha – you are not fully open and using all the senses with which you are blessed.

Feel the temperature change as we pass beneath the shade of the oak and discuss our need to be aware. Aware of ourselves but also of life around us; of our direction but also of those opportunities and beauties along the way.

As we reach the stream, refreshing our thirst and cooling our feet within its clear, gurgling waters, we admire the firm brown fish which shimmer in the shallows, the flowing green weeds which bend and sway in the currents. And our shared laughter gurgles like the stream. Time flows like the water. Our energies mingle and mix like the water and the weed, the weed and the fish.

Your journeys through life are like walk. Your attitude, your focus, may change from minute to minute. There will be many calls upon your time, energy and attention. Try to be measured, be prepared. Keep yourself well and energetic, so that you may enjoy the meadow and the mind, the field and the friend, the lesson and the lark.

Life is rich. Partake of its richness. Do not rush so towards the end that you lose sight of the experiences that will bring joy along the way.

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