Pine Trees in Tennessee
By Ruth Thompson
Slow down now. Slow down and sit and breathe. Open your eyes to what is around you! Be in love. Be here....Yes.
We are a grove. This is a word that we like. Grove.... Grove.... Grove. It's a slower word. And this slow respiration groves us, and you with us.
And in the background the showingoff happysong mockingbird! Not showing off as the phrase means, but throwing the gold of song into the air for all to enjoy.
This is what he does, for no reason but to have fun!
Here it is again, Ruth, what we are saying, over and over:
All is for no reason. It is for pleasure. It is for itself knowing itself.
Just throw the gold. Just sing for pleasure, for pure joy.
You have been purposed so much all your life. You have been so earnest! But we say: Fire enjoys fire. Snow enjoys snow. Rock enjoys rock. Wind enjoys wind. Storm enjoys storm. Bird enjoys bird.
All, all in body and not in body, enjoy Being.
This is not a lesson, Ruth, you already know this. It is a practice.
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