All one

That breathing prayer? I did it up in the Friendly Oak, as well as under the lilac.

This is the circular copse where I saw the roe deer. The Ancient Oak told me to visit and it was not long after I saw the roe buck on my trail camera under the oak in the Devon field. I can climb up so that I sit hidden in that lower (very low) ring of leaves.

This tree gives me confidence. I was swinging my way up higher when I saw a pigeons' nest. Hanging on to ivy with one hand, I managed pictures before backing down again.

Earlier, I had seen the trunk of a fallen oak.

The beauty of the whorls and fissure left me breathless.

I've just finished reading David Rothenberg's Survival of the Beautiful. Rothenberg, by the way is the guy who noted the similarity in the slowed down nightingale song and the speeded up humpback whale song. In this book, he argues that evolution favours, in some species, like the peacock and the bower bird, eccentricity, artistry and beauty. He also says that abstract art helps us to see the beauty in nature. I think that is true in the case of these whorls and curves. Check out, for example, Alexander Ross.

Anyway, the breathing.

The other day, a tree mentioned that she could understand the language of all the other creatures. And as I was thinking about consciousness as the one unified field of which we are all part, as waves are part of the sea, I thought, we are all one conversation. Everything is communicating. The deep sadness, of course, is that we listen to so little of it, care about even less and comprehend virtually nothing.

How did we come to this?