I find it very interesting that lately most of my collaging has transpired with text AND without any discernible words. One of my spiritual 'practices' has been to notice whenever I label something or someone, become aware of said label and any ideas implied and then work to undo the label and let things 'just be.' And as usual, I get lots of 'practice' with this practice.
I was aimlessly wandering through a book store the other day when I came upon this fabulous looking book with lots of pictures of trees and their leaves and nuts and seeds. Magnificent illustrations of the trees and their habitats. Just the kind of book that puts me over the edge anticipating hours and hours of contented perusing and study. I was almost hyperventilating as I leafed through the large tome.
Suddenly I became aware of just how silly my unquenchable thirst for knowledge really is. What difference does it make if I know the name of a tree or not? Does that make the tree any less beautiful and full of life? Does it add to it's 'worth' in any way at all? I think not. I gently placed the book back on the shelf and walked silently away.
This autumn I will enjoy the trees and fauna that cross my path WITHOUT knowing a single thing about them. I will honor and appreciate their innate and gentle beauty. I will drink in their quiet strength. I will become full of their peace-filled essence without having to know one single name or fact. I will live in my body and not in my head. And I will continue to practice, practice, practice.
P.S. Today's "Thank You Giveaway" winner is Roxanne of Rivergarden Studio! I will be contacting you with details!