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Fires, floods, hail, dust and drought, the Earth is getting our attention. We are concerned about the effects of fossil fuels, plastic pollution, industrial agriculture, air travel and consumption; we blame; we look for solutions but there are too many fronts that need attention, too many people to change.
This year, with drought, heat and a fire season that seems to have increased in intensity and length, it feels like something has shifted. At a deep level there is recognition, awareness and a sense of expectancy. Perhaps we are to face the results of our collective action. Perhaps we are seeing a taste of whats to come unless we shift, unless we fundamentally transform. Regardless, there is a recognition that things are changing and we are wondering how much.
For centuries; betrayed, destroyed, annihilated.
Lifetimes; abandoned, abused, silenced.
Eons; burned, humiliated, rejected.
Ignored, raped, sucked dry;
By the group.
If you want to experience the being within a tree. Take a large tree that feels special to you in some way. Stand within the space of the tree and take a few moments to watch you breath going in and out. Feel your feet on the ground.
The fires had been raging across New South Wales and Victoria for months. This was just after Christmas in 2019, when the smoke haze had reduced visibility, covered everything in a fine ash. On an evening was the sun was a ball of red through the smoke haze and life had a strange, end of the world vibe. We had been asking what (if anything) could we do.
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Just before New Year 2020, with smoke haze hanging in the street, ash left on the ledge of any open window and an eerie weird vibe in the air, we sat down to do a meditation practice. A moment after closing my eyes a huge wind blew up outside the window and I felt the winds tell us that the rains were coming. It wasn’t that I could smell the rains but that knowledge of the rains was coming with the winds.