#10. THE BODILY DIMENSIONS OF OUR ENCHANTED TERRAIN
24 March 2022 • Thursday Morning
This morning as Anna and I were walking back home after walking our child to school, we decided to take the frozen field path rather than the village path home. I want to take a few minutes now to recount and to register the significance of this magical mundane journey.
Today’s path was calling to us for a few different reasons:
First, the snow is currently frozen solid on the top, so we were able to walk across the terrain without falling through into the foot or so of snow beneath the surface. There is always something magical about this experience, as if we were walking on water. It also appeals to me because it takes me back to my childhood growing up in Massachusetts in the 1960s when there was more snow and colder weather than there most often is today. So this experience is filled with magic and nostalgia.
Second, taking this path gives us a chance to take in a wider span of the terrain we occupy. I don’t know if this is a common experience, but whenever I take a new path, I have the sense that I am creating a bodily composite of energetic resonances given off by the infinitely various features of the landscape we travel through. It is as though I am filling in a mental, experiential map with my body, as if I am writing the landscape into my consciousness with my very flesh and bones. In fact, given that our flesh and bones share material features with the physical composition of the world around us, I often feel like my body is absorbing the energetic aura of the landscape itself. My bones take on the mineral substance of the world I travel through. In this way, my body becomes a map that registers every place I have been, writing it all into the Akashic Record for future recall.
So in this way, as we walk or drive or fly through the landscape we inhabit or traverse, we create a flesh-and-bone experiential record or map of our world.
Third, on this particular path we walk directly beneath the spot where the Arcturian ship is hovering above us. Even if I am not paying conscious attention to this fact, I always enter into an unconscious dialogue with Nanuq and the other inhabitants of the ship. This becomes a more immediate bodily way to connect to these fellow travelers and to maintain my relationship with (and as) them.
And Fourth, walking across the field in this way allows me to connect directly with the spot from which my Robert Frost writing project issues forth. When I wrote my first entry in this geomantic engagement with Frost’s poetry, the poem I had chosen came to life in my mind’s eye right here in our own neighborhood. As I wrote about the farm boy’s physical orientation in relation to the haystacks in the field, I could see the specific spot in this field right here in Fiskars where Frost’s poem was now unfolding. Or rather than unfolding, I should say issuing forth. For I could see the energetic spot that marks the earthly portal that makes way for the entire poetic project I am engaged in. My Robert Frost book literally issues forth from that spot in the field that we can see from our house. And so this walk this morning allowed me to reconnect in an immediate way with the energies of that poetic portal.
So . . . What I wish to convey in this particular post is the recognition that our most mundane daily activities and travels are the substance of our spiritual engagement with our environment. As such, this also means that every day we contribute, whether consciously or not, to our ongoing Soul Project of Planetary Growth. And when we are able to take the moment to let this awareness sink in—literally to sink into our bodies and, thereby, our minds—we can come to a more profound appreciation of how our everyday experience involves our intimate participation in the miracle of creation. In this moment, we are one with the Creator, fleshing out the dialectical fulfillment of Divine Purpose.
If you are not already consciously participating in this planetary unfolding, I hope that this message inspires you—as it has inspired me—in this our collective project. For as Ram Dass said, “We are all just walking each other home.”