Gracious

After seeing the squirrel on the ground, I was swept away by the sweeping grace of this oak.

I have noticed it many times before, but on this occasion I was enchanted. There was something about the curves and the light, the reach and the spin, the moss and the bark. I just stared.

Henri Bortoft advises that you experience the experiencing, and I think that an incident like this throws you into that state of being where, as it were, the experience of the tree IS the experiencing of the tree. This is so hard to explain. If you "think" about experiencing the experiencing, you end up experiencing the experience... as in, the dead moment when the experience has been experienced. But if you are in the flow of "being in the wood" then the experiencing of the tree is what you experience quite naturally, such that the tree you experience is the.... emergent third of experiencing-tree.

Does that make any sense?

The tree had its signature.

And when I walked past and turned back, the light threw me once again into experiencing the experiencing.