Subscribers to the newsletter (sign up at the bottom of the page if you like...) will know that after an intense week of workshops here at terrealuma, we spent another week in the driving rain fighting to unblock the sewage system - and I don't use the word lightly. The last couple of days however the sun's come out, the bathroom's been open for use, and I've been taking walks, recharging myself for future action, and immersing myself in a particular kind of bliss.
Walking the paths which have been cut in the long grass and vegetation, scrambling up and down the terraces, is like participating in an exquisite natural order - which at the same time we've made ourselves. It's like walking a mandala that's been placed at my feet.
The terraces cut into the slope make lines of green grass in the sunlight run against a backdrop of darkness. The tall grasses make silver lines, against brown earth, green grass or blue sky. Everything that grows here is nourishing. The herbs and fruits stand tall next to the path like accompanying crowds waving as you walk, each standing separate yet composing an order together that we could never have thought up, although we can curate it, encourage it, sweep it into place with our hands. Nature's order has 100% influence on this particular creation, and so do we. 100% plus 100% is interdependency and completion.
Walking these paths is like walking around in my own mind. It feels as if I know exactly where everything is, down to the last spider's web, and everything is as it should be - as designed yet without making it up, coming about from an intuition or a feeling of what's there already - like the statue a sculptor uncovers in the stone. Some call that manifesting.
It seems to me that not a single blade of grass or nettle is out of place.
It also seems as if the whole universe is like this.