It is about the force of movement, and it suggests very strongly a direction to move in. It best demonstrates the nature of power in the sense that it is something so clearly felt but not seen. I can only see the effects or impact of the power on others, but I can’t see the power itself. I can feel the power on my skin and clothes, I can see my clothing rippling in the wind and the hairs on my arms flattened, but I can’t see what is doing it.
Every breath that I take contains Wahoma and with out the ability to take a breath there is no life. What I breathe in must be clear air of Wahoma, because if it is not and it is filled with other stuff I will die. Wahoma can whip up fire, water and earth or flatten them.
This remarkable power so clearly lives in my chest where my heart beats and my lungs breathe. This is where the true impetus to move is. When this area is open and free I move spontaneously and in surprising directions.
Since I am posting this in 2/3s I want to reflect a bit on my journey into Armstrong Woods to be with the Redwoods and the Oaks and Ehama. I had steep and wonderful hike up through the redwoods and as I got closer to the ridge and left the shade and mists of the redwoods below and worked my way up and started seeing the Oaks growing every which way and tuning into the diversity of the woods. On the way back down the path I found a big old redwood stump and got up on it and sat in the soft middle of it for my meditation and it was far better then any zafu I have put my butt down on. The meditation was one of the best even though there were all sorts of animal and people noises all around me I held focus and stillness and empty mindedness with such power and ease. My body seemed to soak up the strength and stillness of the tree that I was sitting in.
So I have had a couple of adventures with the four daughters and have taken in some wonderful lessons from them.
Thank you teachers for this assignment