A Journey to the Trees

This writing is meant to show you an example of the nature-based inner journeying meditations. This is one of my own personal experiences:

Meditation timer set to 15 minutes with audible bell. I close my eyes. Sit in silence for five minutes and begin.

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I symbolically walk out of my physical body. My journey begins as I descend down my familiar red staircase of my apartment building into the vastness of the wilderness covered in snow surrounded by rocky mountain alpine peaks and snow-covered evergreens. The sky was clear, the stars shimmering, the moon was bright lighting the way through the snowy terrain. The night was silent, still, my body warm.

Each footstep gently crunched in the snow. Not far in front of me is a large lake that reflects the mountain tops and stars. I stand at the water’s edge looking into it and take a step in the water. There is no coldness here. The lake is as warm as my body temperature to where I cannot tell where the water and my skin meet. I swim downwards towards the lake floor where I find a door silhouetted with light from the other side.

jeremy-gallman-100038-unsplashI step beyond the door and find myself in a fall landscape of vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows. The forest floor is covered in leaves and the ground feels warm to the touch. I am surrounded by oak trees, as far as I can see. I lay on the ground and feel myself melt into the soil. I then begin to grow from the soil into an oak tree. My skin the bark. I grow as tall as the trees do. I can see thousands of oak trees in the distant horizon, spanning on wards. I feel the wind rush through my leaves, my body sways. I feel the language of the trees, unspoken language, felt language. I understand them, hearing them through the wind. I feel them breathe around me, with me. I feel their presence and aliveness. The core of life beyond the thick hard bark. I feel their softness, strength and vastness. I feel like I’m part of their family.

I return back into my physical form still laying on the forest floor looking up at the oaks. I begin to walk back to the door, returning back into the depths of the lake, closing the door behind me. I swim up and up, surfacing to the still waters, and shimmering stars. Swimming through the reflection of the mountain peaks and night sky. I walk back, retracing my step through the snow. I feel the snow-covered pine trees. The are much quieter than the world of the oaks. The pine watch me in silence and curiosity. They know though, that I feel them. I walk back up my red steps and turn around to say goodbye. Walk through the door. Back to my body. I wake up.

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Timer goes off.

In reflection: Some journeys may have significant offerings, some may be purely experiential. I feel this one was an experiential journey into the felt presence and conscious aliveness of nature. What an honor it was to be a tree and to hear their communication between one another. It was a felt communication rather than a language of words. What I notice on my hikes now is a different awareness when I walk through the forest. I still feel the softness of the tree within its rough bark. I feel the trees grounded presence, it’s personality almost. I notice the difference when I cross into a landscape of different trees. There is a tangible shift in energy and environment. Each tree tribe has a unique essence.

The snow-covered alpine terrain was that of the Indian Peak Wilderness in Colorado called Lake Brainard, specially, Long Lake. This was my favorite place of retreat when I lived in Colorado. I was ecstatic after this meditation having been able to visit it again through my  mind. I know this place is not separate from me, even in distance.

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