I (Nancy) moved from the Berkshires to New York City in fall of 1983. For the two years that I lived in the 1800’s house on 11 acres in Sheffield, Massachusetts, I was called to a pine woods each day for meditation. The woods stood on the other side of the marshy swamp that was between the house and the woods. There was one small path I was able to take across the swamp each day and, on that first day, I discovered that the pine woods didn’t like humans. I don’t know what happened there, but there was a definite quality of hostility and a sense of “don’t come near us.” It took time to befriend the woods and we ended up having a rich two years together.
The day before I moved permanently to New York City, the woods asked one last favor of me. I was asked to encircle the woods with lines of white light, to help protect it from whatever humans or human activity might be around. I did so in a meditation, imagining that the woods became enfolded in many white lines of light. I had no idea if this was effective, but it was what I could do. View More