Time does its’ own thing, each of us within our cocoons play groan, weep and explore; diving deeply into resilience and fortitude to bear the goings on, the frustrations, the escalating horrors. Sometimes courage is easy and other days despair swamps us. How to maintain love and integrity. I am not alone, You are not alone ; together we Are the greater sum of our parts . In consciousness – we find the keys, open the gates, harness resources, breathe into dimensions beyond the political sphere and honour the gift of incarnation upon Mother Earth at this time.
September 10 – October 14 : welcome to a snapshot of my world.
10. canny bush rat steals the soap
11. confused, ninety-two with new phone
12. no joy running when baby is sick
13. granddad sailor waiting for wind on the Hawkesbury
I am kiwi born, the massacre of families in a Christchurch Mosque reached deep into my childSelf that still retains vestiges of innocence. I thought about the freedoms I was privy to, wandering the streets on foot and bike, disappearing for hours with mates ,challenging our bodies and the neighbourhood. The only significant tragic event I could recall was the sinking of the Interisland ferry Wahine in Wellington Harbour in 1968 . A doosy of a storm that sent us home from school before it even started , of power cuts, ferocious winds and lashing rains. A tree crashed onto my bedroom window bringing the fence down with it but not breaking the glass. Dad clung to a ladder with hammer and nails in an attempt to keep the roof on the carport. Mum and I huddled together under blankets with my little transistor radio listening … many things went wrong for the Wahine that day when it met Cyclone Giselle and another stormfront at the entrance to Wellington harbour. The radar was disabled, it hit Barrett Reef, the starboard propeller broke, the hull got a hole, the port engine stopped and not all life boats could be utilised- 51 people died as a result.
The sweet time of innocence and the brutality of the world I live in today, this I am grappling with – Paradise lost . In March of this year at two mosques in Christchurch as a result of human hatred and blame 51people have died.Our poetry group held a vigil at Well Thumbed Bookshop, Cobargo and these two poems are my attempt ……
We are the same
Who claims to not know hatred?
to be all love and light,
who does not know the taste of hates dark arrows
or felt the spiked tongue of revenge.
Our confusion is many layered,
we cannot comprehend this heinous act
this violent crime,
shocked beyond comfort
silenced by despair
families are murdered
while in sacred prayer.
We struggle to understand
thrash around for probable cause
seeking blame and explanation
reviewing history policy and laws.
We are the same
you and I
you with your black face
your squint eye
your head scarf
your tats and piercings
your gender changes,
you with your faith
you, all of you
we are same same .
Blood flows thru my veins as yours
we are born of Earth and return to Earth,
we breathe the same air,
we had mothers, fathers and cousins
milk teeth and porridge,
the same Sun looks down upon you as me
the same Stars light up our night sky and
the Wind comes for everybody.
you that has fostered hostility in your heart
cultivated malice in your mind,
you that dared to use your god given hands
to tear apart precious lives
you cannot be the same.
Mercy is not for you
we have much in common
this is true
this vicious deed.
You are dead to us now
you extinguished your light
discarded your humanity
your kinship to us.
We turn our backs on you
open our hearts
to a community in mourning,
for all the lives ripped apart
we offer comfort and healing love.
there is no solace for you
because while hatred may visit we choose to desist,
we choose to care, to love and to hope,
we choose to Not Act with malicious intent
to not ever forget
that we are all kindness and all love.
A stone thrown
One beautiful Friday
in a summer season beside the river Avon
when heads are bowed in devotion
and children dressed in their Sunday best
an evil appears and lives are taken.
Inside the mosque, a holy place
the community has come to pray
a walking nightmare holding a gun
shoots again again and again
blood, broken bodies and screams fracture the sacred day.
A stone thrown casts ripples in the pond
forcing us to confront the baseline of our kind,
the vindictive beast of hatred
festering in hearts carved with malevolent intent,
a long dark shadow spreads over Aotearoa and beyond.
Is forgiveness even possible?
this act paralysed our compassion
cast doubt upon empathy
cracked our hearts
eroded peace of mind
interfered with understanding
and uncomfortably reminded us
that some people
do not care for the children as we do.
The stone thrown casts ripples
this atrocity repeated
in many lands by evil hands
and we wonder how we can make this better?
And so we pray,
we pray that all people return to Honour and Respect
to Loving Kindness and Good Intentions.
we reclaim our humanity
reforge our Love
and rekindle the Flame of Divine Light within us all.
Consider the loaded dice aka climate change – which translated means too Many trees cut down, too Many rivers robbed, too Much poisons sprayed, too Many species dying, too Many angry people, too Much greed and lack of care, too Many mines, too Much wasteful irresponsible human activity. And so when we consider this, add in all the dire warnings from scientists then perhaps we could feel despair, disempowered, hopeless and sad.
And despite this or because of this all over the planet people are coming together to Make a difference. While it appears that the monster is unstoppable and rampaging out of control the reality is, that every time we choose to act responsibly consciously happily we make it pause falter and blink in confusion.
Within our despair lies empowerment, within our grief lies hope, within is the potential, the capacity for change, to Make good, to Make beauty, to Make whole again.
The story doing the rounds is all about sequestering carbon, not letting it go up and when it is up bringing it back down. Charles Massey, farmer and author crunched the numbers and discovered … “regenerative agriculture is the number one method drawing down carbon dioxide and putting it away in the soil.” A shift in paradigm is not only possible but the more responsible of options available to us. Banish doom and gloom forecasts by supporting Nature and our Earth. Charles goes on to suggest that “The urban population should be invested ( in climate action) for both reasons of self interest – to have a much healthier life by eating healthier food – and doing exciting stuff to save the planet.”Here it is; the connection, the link , the empowerment, the means by which we can take charge and ameliorate the climate situation.
Become a HumanBeing invested in your home Planet by planting. Big or little doesn’t matter, one fruit tree or an orchard. A few tomatoes or a vegetable garden. Plant in pots, on balconies, on patios, on steps, in deserted lots, in towns, nature strips, parks, backyards, front yards, schools, hospitals, on rooftops. Let us learn from the weeds who demonstrate a determination to thrive against all odds. May this grant us the courage and strength to copy this behaviour And plant something… anything… today …now… for our future.
‘Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For, indeed, that’s all who ever have. ” Margaret Mead cultural anthropologist 1901 -1978
We retire stuff all the time, shoes, cars, bicycles, kitchen appliances, homes, pets, jobs, friends, families, marriages, phones, conversations and stories. Some times because they are broken and fragile and sometimes because our needs change.
All the time we are in the process of discarding and adding.
Willingly and unwillingly over the course of my life time I have had occasion to abandon all of the above and some, with the response varying between suffering and hurt to great relief.
Along the way the lessons placed in front of me served as the driver to let go of held beliefs propelling me into a deep inquiry of who what how where I am????]
Have you ever challenged your local council over garbage collection or public toilets, street lighting or medical centres, written letters to the editor, politicians, joined rallies, marched in the streets, protested outside parliament, taken part in strike action, signed petitions, filed submissions over any number of issues.
Quietly and hopefully we have participated in this idea of democracy with the held idea that the powers that be will listen and change course. And admittedly there have been occasions in history where this has been validated.
Injustice remains embedded as we in this country cast our votes within an adversarial system rooted in debate and discord. Fear spirals, suspicion reigns, conflict spills over and people/creatures/ Earth systems are suffering. The government /business model has power, money and measures in place to keep the people in checkmate.
Perhaps we are being asked to do less rather then more, perhaps it is time to disappear within our Selves and discover the truth of Being.
Perhaps we could turn off the news cycle, unplug the device, spin around and look in the street, the park, the neighbours yard, the sky.
We could engage in the inner world courting our creative heart , encouraging family, community, making happy times, acting creatively, meditating, gardening cooking and eating together. Check out the waterfalls, rugged headlands and dangle feet in sweet rollocking rivers singing of love and gratitude. Seek out the stories of people making the world a better place.
Gather with community, make a dream come true ,a skate park, gardens of food, regenerate the banks of a creek or paint murals in dreary grey places.
Grass roots activism is a valid and powerful reply to a world we find disturbing. It is radical, subversive, creative and begins when we quit looking for answers from government.
Abandon conflict and fear by not looking for an enemy.
Renounce hopelessness and despair by connecting and building loving relationships.
Stop complaining .
Abandoning the estate can create a space in which we look around, take notice and allow deep appreciation to dominate our thoughts. A crow sitting on the wire, a bee disappears inside a flower, a tree waves, a cloud looks like a whale, a tiny mushroom pokes up on the side of the pavement, a smile beams across the counter at you.
Make this the real narrative – immersing fully intentionally completely in nature and there we will learn how to be here, how to live, how to love, how to hope and how to give.
Letting the old story go awakens something dormant within allowing a vital energy to bubble forth, a deep sense of kinship reignited in which the love of life, of earth of each other , in which the whole crazy zany quirky rumbling tumbling leaping dancing skittering twittering of Life Being Lived is felt.
Will this change the world? It changed mine, it is transforming mine, it can transform our past and our future.
It is warm and funny on the other side of the estate, peaceful and creative, timeless and welcome, inclusive and encouraging. Only a breath away to your inner Being, where we find our Selves at Home.
As simple as that. Yes and No.
It does require sacrifice, courage and resilience.
Honestly what else have you got going on today that is more important then coming in tune with Your Spirit, planet Earth, and the Heart of the Universe.
Abandon the estate and sing yourSelf back into existence.
happy solstice dear mother Earth and all her Beings .