A wail in the wilderness

A wail in the wilderness

Humans have barely left a skerrick of space for the wild world to flourish. And yet you get angry at the possums in your roof, the mice and the cockroaches in your cupboards. Our high rise buildings and concrete car parks, suffocate the land. Ever advancing, driven by our suicidal lust for absolute control, absolute convenience. Every footpath and manicured lawn, a monocultural wasteland, containing and constraining the life that wants burst forth.

The possum, the possum, the possum. 
The dear, sweet thing, tragic victim of modernity. 
I stopped to help it just as it was crushed. 
Speeding tires left it to rot in the middle of the road. 

All I could do was carry it gently to the nature strip,
Let it breathe its last into soft grass, 
Let its decay return its atoms to the cycles of life.

I returned to my car and wept and wailed my way home. 

You motherfuckers!! 

You would fine me for the wildness of my unruly garden but the Earth herself bears witness to your crime. Your malevolent gaze belies your ignorance, diminishing us all with your pettiness. 

From Earth’s view, the things I’ve been taught to care about matter so little and the things I’ve been taught to ignore matter so much. 

Aieeee, aieeee, aieeee, who will mourn the loss of so many we never even came to know?
When will we take the global minute of silence? 
When will we ring the bells and wear the clothes of mourning? 
When will the keeners come to loose my tears with their sacred wail? 
When will we allow the sacred magic of grief to bring us together and spur us to transform?

What would it take to let go? To allow the wild tide to regain its grip, to flow and grow and be. I groan against the bars of my own inhibitions waiting for my chance to be wild and thumb my nose at your ridiculous rules.

I’ve had enough of participating in the human death cult. I’ve had enough of human self obsession. I want to make space for the larger whole to speak, flourish and thrive. I want to dance with life, cocreating spaces of mutual flourishing.

Picture of Common Ringtail Possum By John Gardner - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=120401211

Photo by John Gardner – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=120401211

Ancestral adventure: Mountain ash

I am home.

I am home and the land feels so vibrant and so close, like a warm breeze plucking at my heart strings.

I am home and I feel fragile, vulnerable and exposed.

There is a sense of a new self, a new way of being that has emerged over the last month and I am terrified of it. Continue reading

Ancestral adventure: neolithic

Alongside the journey to hear the stories of my ancestors and visit the places they came from I have been exploring neolithic sites. I am interested in how my ancestors lived when the Earth was viewed as sacred rather than as a resource to be exploited. These sites are mysterious, they do not yield a clear and consistent picture of how my stone age ancestors lived but feeling into the traces they left behind has been a powerful experience for me.

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Spring Vision Quest (Victoria)

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“You know after any truly initiating experience that you are part of a much bigger whole. Life is not about you henceforward, but you are about life.”

― Richard Rohr

Vision quest is a powerful way to surrender to the greater whole. An opportunity to step into the wilderness, letting go of the expectations and roles that hold us in place Continue reading

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Last night I couldn’t sleep, lay awake for an hour and then woke before dawn still crackling with energy. It’s as though I am carrying the collective healing of a whole group of people and I can barely contain it, barely open my heart to let it in, it is so joyful. Who would have thought such a reaction would come from talking about grief? Continue reading

Subjugation

Subjugation

There is a force that has gripped the planet for hundreds of years. It is the force behind every marching army, every man who raises a hand against his wife, every school yard bully, every iron-fisted leader. It is the force behind slavery, behind colonisation, behind prejudice. Let’s call it… subjugation. Continue reading

Questing

Questing

There were a bunch of things that came out of my last vision quest but I’m wary of trying to capture them. Some seem like elegant nuggets, they can be named and shared, there is a temptation and a danger in reducing the experience to these.

Other things happened that have a felt impact on me but their meaning is elusive, Continue reading

Surrender

Surrender

Earlier this year at the Wild Mind festival I attended an embodied writing workshop with Maya Ward. As a poet I expected to write poetry. Much to my chagrin what came to me were some cheerful words and a snippet of melody. A week later it was still running around in my head so, even though I didn’t really like the melody, I took the time to sing it out and write some more lyrics.

The resulting song has been a prayer, an affirmation and a blessing. I have sung it to myself and to other people in my life whenever the reminder to surrender was needed. It has brought numerous people to tears (which I count as a good thing) and brought me enormous peace. Now I finally have the courage to share it:

Serenity, wonder and peace are yours
The infinite mystery of life
Wholeness, connection and balance are yours
If you surrender to strife.

Let go and let come
The earth will keep turning
The work will get done
Let go and let come
The universe is waiting for you.

Kindness, compassion and love are yours
Softness of a warm embrace
Happiness, humour and joy are yours
The laughter of children at play.

Let go and let come…

Silence and stillness and solace are yours
Because sometimes you must go within
Nurturing, comfort and weeping are yours
If you can learn to give in.

Let go and let come…

Envy and anger and greed are yours
Because they too have something to teach
Community,  family and friendship are yours
If in your heart you make peace.

Let go and let come…

The universe is waiting
Your own heart is waiting
And we’re all here waiting for you.