GAIA

I, like you I suppose, am immersed in the narrative that what we humans do or don’t do, matters immeasurably.

A thread-bare waif overwhelmed by the sadness of the great desolation of the living planet - my current vision of Gaia. All visions are approximations - possibilities. The living earth - the Goddess Herself - laughs out loud at my intimation. The human story plays itself out within the embrace of a vast living system that encompasses the human tragic-comedy with one breezy breath.  

I ease back under the splash of the Milky Way galaxy in mid-summer. The Comet Neo-Wise is in the sky under Ursa Major for the first time in 6800 years. Seven thousand years ago, there were maybe three cities in the world - ten if you stretch the definition of city. 6800 years from now - Can you tell me where we will be? 

As Sherlock said “The game is afoot”

GUIDED AND PROTECTED

The cup that overflowed lies on its side - empty. The great bounty of the beautiful,  living earth becomes distant, untouchable. The heart succumbs to the sadness of loss. Grief.  Almost unbearable. The moment of complete aloneness.  It seems that Death will have its way. What remains in that desolation? What opens to the way of the heart? What certainty holds the centre? An abiding stillness.  The caress of feathers so light we forget they have never left. Not even for an instant. Not even in the time of our impenetrable darkness.

PANDEMIC

"Everything Changes."

Easy to say & think - until it really starts.  It has been coming for a long time. It had to come, did it not? It sped up & all of a sudden we are in a new age - on the other side.  We do not have the vocabulary, the protocols, the spiritual tools  for dealing with what is now expected of us. And yet, here we stand - resilient, adaptable. We persevere,   passionate for the transition to our next higher selves.  A new spiral for the turn of the helix.   It arrives. We know it in the marrow of our bones. 

BLUEPRINT FOR PERFECTION

THE SKY'S THE LIMIT

 Two summers ago I sat in a canoe at sunset on Anglin Lake in Northern Saskatchewan. The dragonflies had come out of their seventh moulting after four years under water. Thousands & thousands, clad like joyous mardi gras revellers, looping the loop & swooping the swoop. The mosquitoes were abundant. The evening was calm.  Male & female sought each other with kaleidoscopic abandon in their aerial courtship. I sat motionless in my light water craft, my paddle barely stirring the glassy surface of the dark water. Then it came to me. The dragonflies had one interest only - not food, not sunset, not love. They had discovered flight at long last. Three hundred million years in the making, the individual dragonfly rises out of the water. Those gossamer, stained glass wings. The 360 disco ball eyes. That aerodynamic, cantilevered body. Mother Nature, Gaia Herself, ever whimsical, perfected the nature of flight in an ancient, alien form then set it loose. The sky's the limit.

FREEDOM

For the sake of the rest of us, the great heroes of our history  are called upon to enter into the presence of death - of genuine mortal suffering - with open eyes & flowering courage. The fear is real.  They accept that by welcoming death through personal sacrifice all will change. Adam, Osiris, Woden, Jesus died on the tree they were bound to. Francis of Assisi , Thomas More, Joan of Arc, Gandhi, JFK, RFK, MLK, JL (the list of the luminous goes on) all accepted the necessity of suffering followed by certain death to open our eyes to the freedom of the true Kingdom that lies just below the surface. 

BONDAGE

Are you like me not ensnared by the bonds of cause and circumstance, by the perimeter of flesh, by the parenthesis of intelligence? Visions of the Divine come to me in flashes. Usually when the very sky seems to be falling all around me. The Creation is perfect. It cannot be changed for the better or for the worse. The rope that binds me contains me. The time-bound captivity of the span of my lifetime becomes manageable.  I solve the puzzle set before me one piece at a time. The chains I used to chafe against are loose these days. I could cast them off but I choose not to. I Still have a ways to go.