Twenty-three: Under the waxing moon

The full moon over tea and Werapitiya. A child's rendering of a house on a hill, come to life.

The full moon over tea and Werapitiya. A child's rendering of a house on a hill, come to life.

 

I’d initially planned for my time in the hills as a return to the mundane and material world of supercomforts- but I fell into an exploration of our relationship to nature and with each other, and as humans how we envision and use resources to create these experiences.

What had initially been a third choice after Northern California and Thailand, my time in silent meditation in Sri Lanka under the waxing moon became a time to really see. From the simple and comfortable family-run inn, the meditation center with the bare minimum for facilities, to the luxurious wellness resort, I saw the elements, the qualities, the space, the materials, the energies, the attention, the caring, the curiosity, the time- the things that transform a site. What transforms a location -a coordinate- into a place of healing, kindness, nurturing, growth, learning, connection with ourselves and with others.

In these places, I saw what hubris to dispel and what receptivity to carry in order to listen closely to the deafening stillness of the mountains and the stillness that’s mirrored inside of me, to sense the awesome grandeur and palpable force of nature, the power and possibility that resides within me. And to be in reverence for the land we've been tasked to care for, as custodians. How to live with kindness and awareness.

Living is a continuous string of small and conscious actions.

I’ve been called! I have a calling.