Meditation by the Fire Tonight is another beautiful full moon night by the fire, and again I sit alone. It feels as if I am the grief of the forest all around me, waiting for the people to return. Where are the people, I hear a cry inside! Alone I sing to the fire, the moon and the night. It seems I feel what the forest feels. Why not? If I am part of this earth, then my longing is an expression of the forest’s longing. In my being I carry an ancient memory of others-being-together, sharing the stories, sharing the fire, sharing the other-worldly light of the full moon on the forest floor, crisscrossed with the shadows of the trees. Tonight it is just me under the moon by the fire. Together nature and I celebrate each other. We also miss you. This is a paradox to me. The fire still crackles merrily and the deep peace of the forest abides all around. I see how life continues to hum, to buzz, to radiate, to crackle, to gurgle and to roar, in the midst of its sacrifice, and the continued loss of human wonder. The forest, never losing connection with the ground of being, remains filled with possibility, with new surprises and always celebrates this moment now. But the forest also remembers the pleasures of our ancient communion. The truth is that few people remember that sacred life is more than human and that nature is more than commodity, and fewer still have time for sitting by a fire. Most of us would be too embarrassed to allow ourselves to be taken over by Yansa, the spirit of the wind, as she blows through the treetops. There are only a few who remember the years long past when we came together by the fire, and communed with nature and each other. Remember how it was, grounded deep in presence, listening within, listening to each other, held by the whole, speaking our truths from these depths, with great resonance and intimacy. It was In this way we came to know our own souls and each other, and to know our oneness with the soul of nature. Deep inside we all long to return to an ecstatic participation and a simple connection. Coming together around a fire under the full moon is a simple spell for synergy and magic. I await your return to the forest. I invite you to come and remember. I abide here with the forest. I affirm the emptiness of the Winter.
The great benefits of Yoga and meditation are being embraced in our culture now. As we adopt and create technologies and spiritual disciplines to achieve mind/body/spirit integration, I want to suggest an approach I call the Yoga of feelings.”