Eucalyptus

We live in a small, spectacular house for three days. It is bright with light and space. Therefore, we feel bright with light and space. 

We are in California among Eucalyptus. These small soft statues kneel into Gaia, holding their round faces up to Sun, and bending and bowing their bodies into Air, into prayer.

The Austrailian tree was brought to California over one hundred years ago. Now, it is common. Some call it a weed. Sturdy and still and strong, it sheds its bark like a tattered cloak. It can handle a little drought. And in rain, it drinks and drinks. 

If you ever find yourself with it, notice its silence and elegance. 

Notice too, its wise being. 

Some believe Eucalyptus symbolizes Awakening. That it encourages the release of fear and clutter. That it encourages one to live an authentic and awakened life. 

I am blessed to be (even temporarily) in the presence of such a simple and gorgeous sign to live in my truth. To surrender to life as it unfolds. To leap. To dance. To be free. To settle in the wisdom of the world. And to have faith in the radiant, brilliant essence of the universe. 

I am shedding all that is not serving the spirit. I am revealing the smooth vibrant color within.