Meditation for September 16th, 2016
Harvest Moon Meditation
You are standing in a maple tree forest staring up at the pitch black sky. You take a deep breath and you take in the earth all around you, the leaves rotting into the soil, the smell of wet wood. You hear the rustle of the wind moving through the slightly did colored leaves as summer has been slow to let go. You even hear the creaking of trees swaying and the flapping if a nocturnal bird over your head.
It’s black for a while until a brilliant yellow moon three times bigger than the usual moon peeks out from behind the dark cloud bank.
The whole forest lights up in a warm yellow light as the moon moves beyond the cloud horizon. The light is almost as bright as sunlight.
The shadows remain as dark as black as can be. You can almost see the shadows move in a semi circular fashion as the moon continues its orbit.
The moon is giant and you can see her pick marks all over face. You and the moon are alone in the woods. It’s the Harvest Moon and it is near the fall equinox. Summer will leave us.
You stand there and think:
Do you think they were getting ready to break up and discussing what they should do. Maybe one of them said to try something new, something that requires an open mind. They wanted to open the relationship up to maybe catch some of that spark. Is that why Joe Walsh joined the Eagles?
Then you realize that you are alone and maybe that twig cracking is a murderer sneaking up to you to skin you alive and wear you like a muu muu.
You can feel the hair on the back of your neck start to rise up. A tingle trickles down hour back bone and into your genitals because there maybe someone right behind you.
The pure anxiety of being murdered in the middle of the forest takes away all the meditation you hav done up to that point.
Ohm, scardy cat.