I’ve been meaning to tell you how much this piece resonated with me.
“If there are two overarching stories I wish to share in my writings here, the first is that what we perceive as mundane is truly magical if we open our perception and the second is that we can choose in each moment where to direct our attention, our imagination, our empathy. We can watch bombs fall on distant lands and focus on political adversaries, or we can watch kinglets flit among willow branches and focus on the beauty and interconnection that surrounds us. And focusing more on the bombs never seems to make them stop. Perhaps what we need is not so much a social or political movement as an awakening within, collectively. And then change will flow from there.”
Yes, there it is Markael. You so beautifully explain the nuances of focus. We can acknowledge, and we can also choose. And where we pay attention, we are investing our energetic currency, which pays dividends no matter what. I want my returns to be the wild kind. With feathers, fur, bark, stone, wild rushing waters, and stars.
Thank you, as always. The past two months has been a deeply internal time for me. A part of me wondered if I would ever write again, or want to show up online. But I woke up yesterday feeling like the day was a gift, and some kind of inner adjustment has been made. I’m not sure what it is yet, but I feel a shadow lifting.
Thank you Emma! Your own Fertile Darkness post was, in part, an inspiration for the framing that we can choose our focus in each moment.
And thank you for sharing your own mythology of ravens. They have not been a common visitor in my life - more a denizen of special places - and I have seen them more as blessing than omen when they appear, a welcome and familiar greeting from the wild.
It is a time of many "inner adjustments," it seems. I have had one after another since early December, on emotional and mental and physical and spiritual levels - and it feels like the process may be winding down, and now I can discover what has truly shifted within, what might be ready to emerge in 2025.
Denizens of special places they are! I’m with you that I see them as a blessing and not an omen of something in particular.
I am thankful that the pressure underlying all these inner changes seems to be releasing. I woke up two days ago feeling like a huge weight had lifted, and the day felt like a gift. I want to take this energy with me forward into this cycle.
It has been affirming to hear from so many different people, and while individual specifics are unique, so many have spoken about the transformation of these times. I look forward to your essays that will come out of all this integration.
Hmmmmmmm, reminds me of aboriginal work. Not in its context, but the way they created beautiful ground art with colours from natural rocks, then without witness, let the wind carry it away, it's a releasing concentration of any dreamtime, a lovely song you may love is Pamela wynn Shannon moss mantra, you tube, was discoverd by my artist friend, stumbling around dartmoor bleak district years ago, a cd called wierdlore 🙂
Just hearing the chickadees drown out the morning traffic sounds saying good morning to themselves and friends is pretty good right there, don't even have to get into contemplating mycelium, but the thought does tend to occur when considering the postal stamp front yard jungle that they seem to enjoy so much. Our neighbours are perhaps not so fond of the wildness, that encroaches on thier perfect lawns, but the reason our mock orange and the street cherry tree go riot and stop passersby in wonder, and ls prob Instagram famous given the number of photos taken, prob has some healthy mycelium networks to thank. The birds like our jungle at least....
I’ve been meaning to tell you how much this piece resonated with me.
“If there are two overarching stories I wish to share in my writings here, the first is that what we perceive as mundane is truly magical if we open our perception and the second is that we can choose in each moment where to direct our attention, our imagination, our empathy. We can watch bombs fall on distant lands and focus on political adversaries, or we can watch kinglets flit among willow branches and focus on the beauty and interconnection that surrounds us. And focusing more on the bombs never seems to make them stop. Perhaps what we need is not so much a social or political movement as an awakening within, collectively. And then change will flow from there.”
Yes, there it is Markael. You so beautifully explain the nuances of focus. We can acknowledge, and we can also choose. And where we pay attention, we are investing our energetic currency, which pays dividends no matter what. I want my returns to be the wild kind. With feathers, fur, bark, stone, wild rushing waters, and stars.
Thank you, as always. The past two months has been a deeply internal time for me. A part of me wondered if I would ever write again, or want to show up online. But I woke up yesterday feeling like the day was a gift, and some kind of inner adjustment has been made. I’m not sure what it is yet, but I feel a shadow lifting.
Happy Solstice 🌀✨
Thank you Emma! Your own Fertile Darkness post was, in part, an inspiration for the framing that we can choose our focus in each moment.
And thank you for sharing your own mythology of ravens. They have not been a common visitor in my life - more a denizen of special places - and I have seen them more as blessing than omen when they appear, a welcome and familiar greeting from the wild.
It is a time of many "inner adjustments," it seems. I have had one after another since early December, on emotional and mental and physical and spiritual levels - and it feels like the process may be winding down, and now I can discover what has truly shifted within, what might be ready to emerge in 2025.
Denizens of special places they are! I’m with you that I see them as a blessing and not an omen of something in particular.
I am thankful that the pressure underlying all these inner changes seems to be releasing. I woke up two days ago feeling like a huge weight had lifted, and the day felt like a gift. I want to take this energy with me forward into this cycle.
It has been affirming to hear from so many different people, and while individual specifics are unique, so many have spoken about the transformation of these times. I look forward to your essays that will come out of all this integration.
Simply beautiful
Thank you for this perfect meditation at the Solstice. Wonderfully timed.
Hmmmmmmm, reminds me of aboriginal work. Not in its context, but the way they created beautiful ground art with colours from natural rocks, then without witness, let the wind carry it away, it's a releasing concentration of any dreamtime, a lovely song you may love is Pamela wynn Shannon moss mantra, you tube, was discoverd by my artist friend, stumbling around dartmoor bleak district years ago, a cd called wierdlore 🙂
Just hearing the chickadees drown out the morning traffic sounds saying good morning to themselves and friends is pretty good right there, don't even have to get into contemplating mycelium, but the thought does tend to occur when considering the postal stamp front yard jungle that they seem to enjoy so much. Our neighbours are perhaps not so fond of the wildness, that encroaches on thier perfect lawns, but the reason our mock orange and the street cherry tree go riot and stop passersby in wonder, and ls prob Instagram famous given the number of photos taken, prob has some healthy mycelium networks to thank. The birds like our jungle at least....