lock down lock up lock on

On August 15, 2021 By faeriembassy6 Comments

Sunday south east coast NSW Australia

first day of lockdown
I tell the magpies
spread the word
flocking together is banned
a tilt of the head
a quizzical look
throat opens and a ripple of pure sound pours forth.

I tell the bush rats they have to leave
we are only allowed five visitors or is it none?
hard to keep up with “The Rules”
too bad they answer
stealing another cake of my homemade soap from the washbasin.

gosh not much interest in the forest
no social distancing in the bottle brush
forget sanitiser
and masks look plain ridiculous on birds
so…….
a human only affair then.

the hills rivers clouds in the sky
continue Being
the raven flies across the valley
calling out
frogs at the dam chorus rain is coming
next door Warren and the tractor are busy.

how many realities are there?
what if there is no one size fits all?
what if it is a mosaic of brilliant orchestrated pieces
interconnected in a design we are unable to fathom?
what if this moment of breath is what we own?
And what if we are co-creating this lockdown drama?

what then?

the peach blossom acknowledging spring is here.

behold : human Be-ing

On January 30, 2020January 30, 2020 By faeriembassyLeave a comment

Millions of dollars have been donated to this ongoing fire storm disaster and yet obtaining help is a difficult play. When Stephane from Disaster Relief tried to get the RFS to clear our access track he was told our road had already been cleared ( not this section of it) and when he approached the SES and local Council they said, not a priority . By a serendipitous encounter he bumped into the blokes from the Riverina.

Six men set off from the Riverina

with a semi trailer full of farming supplies,

they had a fundraiser in the local

a mate down this way.

they turned up at the Cobargo Relief Centre at the Showgrounds

wanting to assist someone

heard our track was blocked

came out to help.

all a bit of a laugh

two chainsaws a big ute

files and wedges

lots of good natured ribbing

they cut dragged and cleared,

seamlessly.

for us a god send

angels I called them.

nah… just country blokes

with hearts of gold

a royal act of generosity.

A Crisis is all about applying to a multitude of organisations and proving you are damaged, in need, proving Your Story. Again and again we have witnessed not help from the charities not help from the government or the council but solid practical enduring support from the community- friends family neighbours and strangers.

Should we be surprised ? I don’t think so. The startling thing is that we still hold the assumption that authorities will come to our aid, fix climate change , fund mental health programs; that… they will do the right thing for the people.

Meanwhile Safe has become a relative term

meaning little beyond this moment,

it is an idea

a structure we build

a fortress we defend.

One month on the Fire dragon remains on the south east coast breathing down our collective necks, making allies, joining forces, building in strength and temerity, playing the waiting game; moving slowly, picking up speed, changing directions, sending out scouts. The effect is unsettling unnerving and terrifying. A glance at the RFS fire map of the east coast reminds us no one is safe. Another heat wave approaches and again we prepare to defend hold and endure.

The days of generosity

a point in time

crisis

knocking our sensibilities

provoking feelings

striking a chord as they say.

some thing is activated

the kindness gene

the DNA of generosity

the hormone of care and compassion.

is this who we really are?

Beings of kindness

capable of self-organising

in response

to crisis

acting selflessly

in service to the community.

I am witness to the actions of

Human Be-ing.

It is a beautiful thing.

xxx

X – ing

On April 28, 2015 By faeriembassy2 Comments

x-ing is a mary daly word found in the wickedary and here is what I understand of it.

Mary Daly named it as the symbol for the unknown and variable qualities of questing women.

among these qualities is contrariness

the state in which women go other wise

in which they do things differently

in which they spin anticlockwise

in which they go against the grain /drain

of the moguls of merchandise

whose only dream is to increase profits.

and then there is

…Being…….

women resident in Being

where women inhabiting their Authentic Original Selves

shamelessly explore cosmic encounters.

They dance and sing with Elemental energies

honouring synchronicity and living in Real Space Time.

another quality of x-ing

is women as boundary riders

always hunting fearlessly for the edge

and leaping off it.

we are x-ing women

when we refuse to be used

when we decline to be denied

and when we rebuff compromise.

Elizabeth Oakes Smith in a speech at the National Woman’s Rights Convention 1852

said

“my friends do you realize for what purpose we are convened?

do we fully understand that we aim at nothing less than an entire subversion of the present order of society, a dissolution of the whole existing social compact.”

X-ing women unite !!!