There's a particular sound that comes with the pine needles and a breeze. It is eerie and whistley. Every time I hear the sound I am reminded of the westerlies as they blew through the plains of the Darling Downs on a cold winter day, with not much to stop them. My walks are currently heavily restricted. I have a patch of bush close to home that I have slowly spent time in each week. Today it felt flat, dead, uninspiring. A little like life feels under the Covid 19 restrictions, with no palpable end. I wandered in my flat hearted exploration through a place littered with pine needles and dead looking branches, a feeling of anti-life in the air. I heard only sheep, crows and the whistling of the breeze through pine needles. There are times when life just feels like a place where we wander with sheep, crows and pine trees. A different kind of wondering sets in. A different kind of connecting to the world. There are moments where life just is . . . this kind of space. |
The blessing of the wander with sheep, crows and pine needles, is that images that resonated with the flat hearted wandering emerged with resonance. The creative story was still present. A reminder that these are days not to ignore, but to allow. May you be blessed by the days that are sheep, crows and pine tree days.
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time. I could rise again and face the new experience, with a different sense of engagement to what I held before. In that moment of facing the change, I grew. I changed too. Something had to drop off, and it could only happen as I recognised the space I was in, and the space I needed.
The Israelites, when they had left Egypt, reached a point where they wanted to go back to what they knew, instead of continuing to live into this new and somewhat terrifying experience of life. Slavery over freedom. They too had to face the difficulty of change and step through the space they saw themselves in. There is always that moment when things are changing. When it is hard, when it is difficult, when we just want to sit down. We want to go back to what we knew before, or just not keep going. We always have a choice in it. Always. There are many in this time who are struggling with the change. Much like my colleague. We cannot take away the situation, we have to find a way through it. Some of us will need courage to enter that difficult horrid space. To be messy in our emotions for a time. Some of us have become masters in change processes, and almost don't notice it anymore. For those who face that moment today, my prayer is that you have courage, to go where you need to with it.
our place with each other, with all that is - seen and unseen. We are being reminded that we live first in relationship with everything around us. First Peoples have known this for forever, others of us have forgotten. The breaking of relationship, of usurping our place, of assuming power and position that is not ours to take, will always be undone, by those smallest, loudest voices in nature. We are not God. We have not created, we do not hold the power we thought we did. We are not entitled to whatever we think we should have. We are in relationship with all. Every human being, every created living cell, every particle of earth. We are in service of it, not master over it.
The river rests. And it is beautiful . . . .
of the deep hope held in faith. Like the shadows of the image, they bring depth, meaning, interest, and curiosity.
It has been 12 months, and the shift in life, in grief's journey and reality is noticeable. It is for me hopeful, it is releasing . . . . |
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