The cycles of psychoses are finally almost over. The craziness that has been my life the past month - thankfully - is finally subsiding. The Tao says, Even nature cannot make a storm that lasts forever. Somehow I forget in the middle of the thunder.
I walked out of my Rockville, MD office earlier this week and was stopped short by the sudden presence of trees. A small forest faces the building. The sun was behind it, giving that eye-of-God panoramic. I took a few steps, eyes still hypnotized by the unexpected scene. I slowed to a stop and just looked. There was something different about the trees, something alien. I noticed their bark spines were thick and strong, and damned tall, but the branches of the leaves and pine needles were short and stubby, yet healthy, as if they were the real life inspiration for the creation of pipe cleaners. It gave the trees a watchful, polished, foreign look like a sweet-tempered pit bull with cropped ears. Or the Dutch. :) Not the usual east coast fare.
I let go of the last of my mundane work day and put down my laptop, letting the trees sing to me. Mind you, I'd had no plans to be granola that day, or even remotely spiritual. I'm so busy that I have to plan it :) But it happens when it happens, and I made a deal with the universe to investigate and surrender where applicable. (and in return, the universe sends me hot guys I can't touch) The trees swayed, whispered, emitted friendliness I can't explain but I truly enjoyed. I loved them instantly and did a few short yoga breaths. I felt my insides relax, muscles quit tensing that I didn't even know were tensing. I picked up my laptop and walked to the car with a little smile on my face. I guess someone was telling me it was time to surrender. How absolutely neat that it happened so silently, yet significantly.
