June Belongs To

Returning to the river

A tone reverberates in deep, still water | like a bell, ringing through a wide valley | I feel for the inner curve of awareness | not towards, but with —

Perception is not separate from the object of its attention

🜃

I am back at the river, the origin-place of this True Nature. The archway of the ancient myrtlewood trees is my window to the current flowing from mountain to ocean. Here, closer to the ocean than its source. So close that the coastal winds sweep upriver in the afternoon.

Normal here is: eagles flying past, osprey diving for fish, otters munching their river delectables, berries ripening, hummingbird inspecting the inside of our bell tent, lemon balm hanging in the shade to dry, sleeping with the thinnest of veils between me and the sky, cooking in our outdoor kitchen, inviting the bald-faced hornet inside our tent to take care of the flies, afternoon river-swims, bat-thirty, the vulture sermons…

June belongs to the ox-eye daisies, the Swainson’s Thrush, and the first handful of trailing blackberries. The luminous white whorl-cups of Hedge Morning Glory are beginning to open. June is cherries from a neighbor’s tree, trusting the unseen in planted seeds.

What was the clear-cut down the road is now the nursery, tended by Foxglove ad infinitum, taking over as infirmière from Mullein, for this particular stage in the young trees growth.

𓂃𓂂𓂃

Here I sit at the unfurling edge

of potential

of this Now

of all that shall come to pass

𓂃𓂂𓂃

How we dream has deep value. I don’t mean our night-dreaming, though there is significance in all of our dimensional wanderings. What I speak of is the day-walking-dreaming of our inner visioning.

Do I dream the clear-cuts or the tall reaching trees?

For the last few years I wrestled with my perceptions and conceptions of the clear-cuts. I have lived in a number of states where logging is a primary industry, but Oregon is the state with, by far, the most visible effects. Where we make summer camp, on the banks of the lower Umpqua River, we are surrounded by corporate logging land: tree plantations, clear-cuts, late summer logging that starts at 4am to beat the heat and the fire-danger.

Bypassing is when we pretend we are having a different emotional experience than the one we are actually living. Vibrational transformation is when we sit with how we truly feel, root into the meaning-soil nurturing our focus and emotional reactions, and feel around for a deeper truth.

My compass is calibrated so that I can seek the deeper truth, which always brings relief. An understanding which soothes, softens, allows.

And often that means opening to a wider view…wider than the one I had been holding.

The apertures of our awareness are not fixed in place. We can adjust our depth of field, expose the vibrational lattice within and beneath all form. Here we can find the nexus where what we perceive morphs in accordance to the concepts we hold.

When I am stuck, the question becomes: is this conceptual or perceptual?

If I am primarily stuck in concept — stuck in ideas about what I am perceiving (clear cuts are bad, wrong, terrible) — then the first step is to liberate my mental focus. I think this because I believe that, and compare what I have been thinking and believing to the wider scope, the wilder, wiser frame that brings me beyond human ideation, into the vaster realm of natural knowing.

If I am primarily stuck in perception — attuned to a deeper field of knowing, but still seeing, still perceiving before my eyes, that which is out of harmony with my desires (scarred or barren landscapes) — then my work is to adjust my awareness in the exact moment of perception, reminding myself that form is flexible, and that I can

𓏲𓂃

re-dream

𓏲𓂃

dream anew

𓏲𓂃

release my grasp of the form

𓏲𓂃

None of this makes sense when our minds are ensconced in beliefs about form’s fixedness. Or when we cannot see the connection between our own perception and phenomenal arisings.

In fact, it will seem hilariously ludicrous. It will seem like naive pretending that problems are not there. (You’re just putting your head in the sand)

Natural wisdom seems foolish from the perspective of form-rigidity. When our depth of field is focused upon the density, rather than our interconnected weaving of the living lattice, its filaments pure energy.

We say things are “set in stone,” forgetting that stone too is malleable, shapeable, sculpt-able.

𓏲𓂃

Acceptance is the first step to true change. Why is this? Because if we cannot accept what-is, we remain fixated on the problem. In this state, we attune to the vibrational signal of the problem over and over again…while the solution waits quietly in the wings. Ready to emerge when we release our grasping on how things just won’t change.

This week, as we have settled into summer camp, I have noticed that I am not bracing myself against the clear-cuts I perceive. Actually, I’m not even seeing them like I was in years past, when they would be a steady pulse through my present moment experience.

Instead, I’m noticing more the tall-reaching trees. The young firs in the nursery, tended by the blooming foxglove. I’m noticing the life that is present.

I’m not fixated on the sounds of traffic flowing along the highway. Instead I’m hearing the thrush trilling interdimensionally, the breeze flowing through the canopy, Great Blue Heron croaking down-river, the mated pair of eagles crying out to each other, the rustle of vulture wings, the finches chittering as they flock and bob together.

In this awareness, of how I am not longer fixating my focus, I know that true vibrational change has occurred within my field. And what has been waiting in the wings, is now invited to emerge 𓆙

This is the way we fly free.

“I know how to think the truth, regardless of circumstance.

This is my power”

~ Lyndsey Scott, from her song “Well Held”