Creating Like a Winter Tree

This morning I am burbling along. This is good! I promise! Well, unless one is the stodgy sort and thinks that being stony is all that there is. But I will just giggle and flow right over that stone. Win win situation!

I haven’t been writing. I have been experiencing things for which there are no words. Or, more likely the expression is ‘stuck’. If I type that I listened to water, you cannot see it and hear it and smell it as I did in that one space. I want to share that moment and I want to take part in those moments of experience of others so that I see and feel the way of another. How do I know that water moving does not trigger energy flowing across ones skin? How do I know the why and how of one who does NOT feel such a thing, but smells it instead. (the energy, not the water itself)

How do I bypass a judgement of sorts, one of feeling sorry for those who cannot experience as I do? Are they missing something? Am I bored with simple and flat? Why? How can the other not seek these things out? Not notice what I term dead? Is it right of me to term it dead? Can a person’s spirit miss what it does not know what it has?
How will I know if I do not ask? Try on another skin? How do I get past this? I can tend to feel trapped or bored, I think, within a not-feeling, not expressing. How do I know when there is truly a nothing there? How will I notice those things outside of my own experience? I am quite sure that is a sure bet–that I am and will miss them too!

And then, the trees! (You thought I was off on an excited expressive tangent and that I hadn’t clearly pointed out the blogs relation to the title didn’t you?) I detest winter. still. shrugs.

The trees often do not even talk in the wind. Though, I did notice it this year, it just has a different tone and I have to shift state a bit to get it clearly. They are just there. One cannot tell which tree is dead and which will be in full leaf come spring and summer. Yesterday waaaaaaaaay up the trees were talking! And I listened and I had to reach because these were so tall and it was faint and I got there and…

Glorious purple buds!!! Glorious chartreuse buds!! I could seeeeeeeee the life with my eyes!!! I needed proof about this thing, in this way! This allowed me to notice tiny life alllllll around. A key in my lock! And I thought of ‘those people’ that I frown at for needing proof. Five steps back for every one forward. AND I AM ONE OF THEM!!! This made me very very happy! I can understand! Now, will it stick for longer than a minute (the other end of this issue, the stick of concept and experience long past an AH HA moment)

So, off I go to experience!

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6 thoughts on “Creating Like a Winter Tree

  1. Experience is good. The trees do talk in winter, but so slowly we fall asleep before they finish a sentence. lol! I am wondering if we can ever–really–understand another’s experience. I certainly can’t. Even my own.

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    • I have been pondering your words, I always do. And mid- ponder this morning, while I was just visiting places that I have neglected, I found this quote.

      “I cannot help you understand. In the realm of the ultimate, each person must figure out things for themselves. Remember that. Teachers who offer you the ultimate answers do not possess the ultimate answers, for if they did, they would know that the ultimate answers cannot be given, they can only be received.”
      – Tom Robbins

      I am still thinking about the quandary I have with never really understanding another’s experience. I wonder now if even having an identical experience is enough to assist understanding.

      And, IF one could have an identical experience at the same time, including perception, if within those moments I am still myself and using some of my own glasses or able to see and to note and to feel things the other would not.

      giggling now about potential spin in this
      AT LEAST I’M NOT ON ABOUT ENOUGH SO FAR TODAY!!
      😛

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        • I’m not sure which Kathy. I have been reading and following a learning. There does not seem, as yet, a person or a place–except with myself, to share the subject matter. So yes, while in one view I could say I am stuck…in another NUMBER FIVE IS ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!

          Hope all is well in your neck of the woods. Yesterday it was 67, today is to be the same or warmer!!! Maybe the water is down at the tree place and I can get across!?!?

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