In conversation with a redwood tree
Walking to the river on a misty morning
In or on water
Coolin’ my heels in the river at Big Sur River Inn
An uncrowded beach
On a road trip in my van
There’s one favorite place that I’m unable to photograph, so I will attempt to describe it.
This place is an intersection of the outer and inner worlds, somewhere near the third-eye and not really.
It is a spark, an essence, the smallest point of a point and yet it’s as deep and expansive as the universe.
The stillpoint perhaps?
I’ve been there a few times.
Once was during a shamanic journey when I found myself on some distant star.
Other times during meditation.
It is a peaceful, quiet place. A place of no time (and hence no urgency) and no judgment.
The only word I have for this place is home.
It is a place where the I that is my ego, my identity in this lifetime, discovers a new me which doesn’t know separation from all the other me’s.
It is a place of unconditional love.
Not so much a love I feel.
More a love that I am.
Copyright (c) December 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved (including images)
This post is in response to Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009 blog challenge for the month of December