You carry Mother Earth within you. She is not outside of you. Mother Earth is not just your environment. In that insight of inter-being, it is possible to have real communication with the Earth, which is the highest form of prayer. In that kind of relationship you have enough love, strength and awakening in order to change your life.
Fear, separation, hate and anger come from the wrong view that you and the Earth are two separate entities, that the Earth is only the environment. That is a dualistic way of seeing.
So to breathe in and be aware of your body and look deeply into it, realise you are the Earth and your consciousness is also the consciousness of the Earth. Not to cut the tree not to pollute the water, that is not enough.
We need a real awakening, enlightenment, to change our way of thinking and seeing things. When we recognise the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection, love is born. That is the meaning of love, to be at one.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
This is it. The official Post Your Link Here (right here, in the comments section of this post) for Walktober 2018. Or link to this post and the pingback will show up in the comments section of this post. Your choice. If you’re confused by it all and end up doing both, that’s okay, too. I’ll figure it out or you can ask and I’ll help you out with it. To be honest, this whole thing has been confusing me this year. I suspect that’s true every year.
This year’s dates are October 14th (yesterday) through the 28th. I hope you’ll find the time to walk and participate. (If you need more time, all you have to do is let me know. If you’re unfamiliar with Walktober, you’ll find a link to a post about it in the sidebar, over there to the right. Or, if you’re using your phone, maybe it’s at the bottom somewhere.) I will probably do the round-up of the posts/walks on November 1. That date depends on whether or not anyone needs and asks for more time.
As you can tell, I got my dates all mixed up. I’ve been advertising in the Walktober reminder that I would post the official Walktober post on the 14th. I thought the 14th was a Monday. I was wrong. I apologize for any mix-ups.
That happens a lot — that I am wrong. I don’t mind admitting it, either. How about you? Do you admit when you’re wrong? Or are you willing to argue to the death that you’re right even when you know you’re wrong?
I am quite behind in sharing my recent walks with you. Today’s photos are from the hike that M and I took at the Pemberton Historical Park up in Salisbury on September 29. The park is not far from the city of Salisbury and as you can see, sometimes you feel as though you’re away from the hustle and bustle of man-made life and other times you’re walking alongside of it.
The trail was mixed, too, in terms of what we were walking upon. Sometimes it was black earth lightly (or heavily) covered with leaves and pine needles. Other times we were trodding in sand or upon boardwalks.
I’m going to keep this post and meander short so you don’t have to scroll down for a million minutes if you want to get to the comments to post your link. Thank you for stopping by today. A glimpse of the sunset doesn’t look too likely today. We have another front moving through and it’s been cloudy with occasional rain showers for most of the day. However, if things should change, I’ll meet you at The Point to see what kind of show Mother Nature has in mind for us this evening. Sunset is scheduled for 6:27 PM. It’s warm today (in the mid-70’s). No jacket required.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 871) Being able to admit I was wrong. Sometimes that’s not always easy, but it is often a relief to do it. 872) A morning meditation in which I learned a little about myself and my role in the great arc of time. 873) A rafter of turkeys visiting the meadow and the front lawn today. It looked to be about seven teenagers with their mother. Boy, does she have her hands (wings) full. 874) Today’s walk. I was going to follow that with “it was nothing special,” but they’re all special in their own way. 875) Lunch with M (which is always special).