The Nature of Feelings

The grass was still glistening with dew in the walled garden.  I was early.  It’s a Boomer thing.  Plus, you must allow for stuck-behind-a-tractor driving time up here.  Mostly, so that I could put my mat under the tree – in case of having to crawl in a muscle-spasmed fashion to something solid and discretely drag myself upright. 

It was a sparkling blue morning, 22 degrees, pollen-scented breeze.  It transpired; the cooling shade of dear tree was all that was required. 

We started seated, touching the Earth with Bhu Mudra.  Connecting to the real world.  A ginger cat pottered from one yoga mat to another. 

Then, some gentle twists unfurled bewitching panoramas, vital with Spring.  Forgetting muscle spasms, I surrendered into the flow. 

My knees don’t let me forget about them so easily, so I adjusted one set; staying in ‘chair’ pose while the rest swooped from lunge, to belly, into ‘plank’.  Yoga is a process; best own it.  

Balanced in ‘tree’ pose, as I looked up through that generous tree, white tiger bark, silver-green lichen whiskers, speedwell blue sky above, I felt completely happy.  I mean completely, blissfully happy.  So happy, tears rolled.  I recalled the other night, lonely throbbing pain, I recalled workdays, friends, enemies and knew the bliss of my days being my own.  Sometimes I will feel lonely.  Sometimes I will feel bliss.  Mutable feelings.  Fully alive.  I thanked the tree, the sky, the moment, this beautiful Life. 

I didn’t want to leave. 

Walking around the pond, seeing dandelion clocks, I wished 'Let everyone know Life like this’.  Did as much qi gong as I could recall amongst the quiet pines, picked some wild garlic leaves to take home.  Then, had breakfast at the Hall. 

Tea and a hot filled roll.    

Leith Hall just may be Nirvana.

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