Year 1: Core Energy

Essay on grounding:


"I am a Giant Sequoia.

I am home to winged creature, bug and squirrel.
I am home to moss, vine and toadstool.

My branches touch the sky.
My roots are deep within the earth.
My trunk is the body and soul between.

I am old. I have seen much and many days have passed.
I am tall. I seem to reach higher and higher in an endless stretch.
I am tough. I live through fires, earthquakes and many a storm.
I am grounded. I can not be swayed easily and will not be pushed around.

My branches are many.
My needles are always green.
My shade is deep, dark and cool.
My heart grows as time passes.
My bark is both beautiful and protective.

I am a Giant Sequoia.

I imagine myself first as a tiny seed waiting to be born. A cone is my cradle and fire is my birth. As I am born into a world of heat and flame I begin my journey toward the heavens. Slowly my body begins to lengthen. I stretch toward the embraced of the arms of the sky. I long to be wrapped up in the cloak of stars. As I grow, time passes. My branches begin to sprout and my green fingers multiply. As this happens I dig my toes deeper and deeper into the soil at my feet. I feel my body expand. I grow and grown until it seems I can grow no more. Yet, I continue to surpass what I was moments before. I am growing stronger with each tick of time. No wind can blow me down. No fire can turn me to ash. I am now so tall it is impossible to see my uppermost branches. My roots are so deep that I could never be dug up. I am beautiful. I am mighty. I am a giant.

I am a Giant Sequoia."

Monday, October 02, 2006