I love the magic of a moonlit night, especially this one with storm clouds in the sky, and the wind blowing slightly in a breeze playing my wind chimes to perfection. I stage this night in advance and then just wait for it to happen. Sure enough it does and I am never disappointed. A backyard that when I first laid eyes on, I thought was hideous, is now an enchanted garden full of fairies and magic. This is not fiction it is my mind and imaging yet believing. Sometimes, like tonight I weep. I weep in joy and bliss of the wonders I see and feel. I don’t think that you can put bliss into words? You can try to. I have experienced at least three occasions of prolonged bliss just sitting in my garden, and sometimes in the day as well. I love my bird friends especially a couple of woodpeckers. I love to observe how they call and stay in contact with each other from trees houses away. I watch the hummingbirds chase each other away, so territorial, and adversarial those guys are. I am enchanted by the butterflies, the trees, but my garden by moonlight changes, and it becomes mystical and enchanting. My garden is my communion with nature, with the elementals, the devas, the sprites, and gnomes. Oh my!
I can hear the whisper of my mind in the gentle darkness of the night. It feels like my soul snuggled in a cosmic womb, comfortable and cool, safe, and at peace. Ananda, ananda, ananda…..
I did weep in bliss and I have before. I feel very blessed.
P.S. I accidently reblogged here earlier. I meant it to go to Sindy’s Saturday Satsang, so I cannot reblog it again. I wanted to thank Deep Souldiving, for the introduction to Dustin O’Halloran. See it here.
Also thanks to sweet Aquileana for the award.