Nature on a Motorcycle

I was surfing and flying through open space, feeling the pulse and pounding wind on my body, sensing the tarmac road beneath. I smelled everything. Manure fertilizes miles of land and it stinks. But it’s real and it goes away when you pass on to the next sensation of mother earth and civilization intermingling. Like, I meditated on the red wild flowers that lined one long road that went on for miles and I wondered, did someone take this same ride and sprinkle seeds? What a thought that someone would spend a day driving along a side road sprinkling wildflower seeds to bring travelers joy. Like, being mesmerized by the mountain drop, the deep hidden valleys that look like green waves and seeing so far away that distance is a riddle.

I got cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon and I learned how to stop, adjust and dress properly.

Oh, what great joy feeling the elements on my eyes, on my body!

Side roads are spectacular. You end up passing through small in-between towns that feel lost but important. These roads are curved and steep and jittery, but the sensation is you are suspended in real-time and surrendering to surprise.

Nature’s beauty nourishes the body and soul. I breathed well, felt curious and uplifted. Removing the window frame was magic.

People worship nature for a reason. Watch the sky, the ocean waves or the mountains. Watch a fire flickering. This is all a kind of nature worship. It’s mesmerizing and fulfilling. It’s a love affair and just as healthy.

I’m beginning to understand the urgency of protecting our environment. It’s not a white paper anymore, it’s an experience. I believe in preserving our wildlife and our parks, our free shores and our landscapes. The urgency of proper planning is there.

I want us to build and develop homes and communities with a consciousness. I want us to honor nature and use it’s wisdom and eat its fruit to nourish our existence.

Solar panels are smart and a spiritual practice.

I want open space and access to unobstructed sky for all people. The earth will appreciate stretching out and she will welcome us here longer.

We need to understand and talk about our relationship to nature. Each of us is different but we are all human and have this similarity, this need for sun and water and mountains and air.

We can do this.  

I cried for an hour during the sunset on the way home. My butt was buzzing.

What is Free Love?

Free love is an uncomplicated offering, compassion and peace, gentleness and caring. It is allowing the touch of another human being with great tenderness and joy for living.

Free love emanates from overflowing inner light. It is nuzzling your nose in the essence of all things, it is caressing, touching, digging into Mother earth, getting soiled with the nectar of living.

Free love has no obligation or expectation other than being yourself in front of another, revealing and seeing openly. Allowing presence to exist with care and curiosity. It is a moment of calmness and acceptance, keeping company, vulnerable and afraid are we, to sense that need of this lonely journey.

Free love is courageous honesty and small actions and deeds that scream authenticity and vivacity. The willingness to step out of routine, reach out and touch a person suffering, call out madness as we breathe, sit quietly or make love when we are alone and weary.

Free love is sharing and embodying love and kindness energy that is always overflowing from your own inner source of peace. The willingness to step out naked into society, letting others see you undisguised and unashamed. Unharmed by it all, although giddy.

Free love is giving up privacy and letting go of surface things but holding onto inner links.

Free love is showing up in the world innocent and foolish, owning your awkwardness, feeling your way through darkness, finding out that nothing more is needed other than your simple presence and first steps.

Free love is making yourself the ocean or the mountains, flowing and solid, always available, beautiful nature is yours, nothing is expected of you other than appearing. It is that moment togetherness brings.

Loving freely is the greatest expression of life and living.

Don’t be afraid, please.

Nature, love & impermanence

Nature is THE perpetual and changing pattern of life. Aloneness and seeing oneself as part of the world through nature.

In the morning, I awake. There is an awareness of an inner world that is partially left on my pillow. I sit and feel the sun rise. The light creeps into existence, changing the dark hues of the sky. Rays slowly pour over me like a shower, penetrating my window as if there is no separation. I sit in meditation and I am filled with this light and it is a blessing. There is gratitude and a warm welcome for me in this moment. My mind settles on this and I am home.

In the evening, I go to the sunset. I greet it with a glass of wine or a cup of tea. I sit and watch the sun descend into the horizon and I am crying. Sometimes, there’s a moon close by tiptoeing in. I think this sun and this sky are always there and yet, there is constant movement. As the sun descends and touches the horizon, it goes fast, my heart quickens and I get sad. It is gone in the blink of an eye and I say goodbye. I say goodbye to the day. I say goodbye to my husband and the me of yesterday. The sun sets and it is a reminder that there is always a beginning and an end and that is simply the nature of everything.

I am in love with the sun. The sun is filled with intimate moments. I am learning through my attention to nature to be comfortable with the cycles of light and darkness. I am learning to see fine detail. I am learning to appreciate the beauty in the passing and changing of color. It is a spectacle of color, of light, each second, each moment. This vast and mysterious experience of sky and sun have become home to me. I am seeing out and it is seeing me. We are communicating.

Impermanence and timelessness are hard concepts to integrate and accept. And yet, they are the pathways to love and trust. Knowing nature, allowing nature in, seeing things the way they really are… the beginnings and the ends, the changing color patterns of the sky— but knowing there is always sky, always sun and moon moving in, each second impermanent but constant.

Sometimes there are birds flying and clouds. New friends.