These images – particularly the one of the honeyeater – reminded me of remembering the magic of how sweet life can be, despite all the ups, downs and challenges. Around us is the beauty of the natural world – flowers, birds, grasses, rivers, puddles of rain, and so on. And friends, lovers, partners – all offer us the possibilities of love, hugs and kind words.
I believe this is actually in the process of coming into being – the turmoil of the presidential elections in the US, the rising resistance in the UK to the class war being waged by the Conservative government on behalf of the corporate class, and upheaval in many other parts of the world against global capitalism are all leading people to look at alternative ways of living, supporting each other and creating new communities and ways of people cooperating rather than competing to climb the slippery ladder.
I live in hope!
Remembering our Ability to Soar. Created with Toolwiz; Photo Editor; Pixlr and PicMonkey. The feather represents the power of flight and the element of air in our lives; while the handprint represents our connection to our ancestors and our heritage from those on whose shoulders we stand.
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
We pray that it will be done
~ Joy Harjo ~
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
– Marianne Williamson
I was pretty much under the weather yesterday with sciatica and back pain which led to a sleepless night and a feeling of cotton wool in my head yesterday. I also get quite depressed on these days so thought I’d express it in artwork.
My first idea was something dark and dreary to reflect how I felt, but I was drawn to a photo of an orange gazania for some reason. I fiddled with it as I found the orange far too bright for me to handle with feeling so wiped out, and eventually this image emerged courtesy of Toolwiz and its various gizmos.
I felt it was a reminder to me from my inner voice to simply rest and reflect on the best ways to honour my body when I feel exhausted and a bit depressed. So yesterday, apart from this piece of digital art, I did stuff all and enjoyed sitting reading a murder-mystery on my sofa, with a warm dog lying beside me and feeling its unconditional love and company helping me get some rest, reflection and recuperation.
For some reason my attention today has been on the Roman Empire and its rise and fall. Here in North Cyprus there are remnants of Roman occupation all over the place – from the huge complex ruin of Salamis on the south coast to five minutes from here where I live on the north coast to view the Roman fish baths and rock tombs nearby (although I’m not sure if the rock tombs were associated with Roman or earlier history).
To me it’s a reminder that nothing is fixed, that we are now seeing the dying stages of the US and British empires and the rise of India and China, not overnight of course, but underway in a slow, inexorably process.
It’s the same in our own lives – things which once assumed importance can die away to be replaced by new beliefs, practices and identity, in the great spiral of life. Once we recognise the impermanence of life, we can move more freely and accept the new, knowing when it is time to let go of that which no longer serves us.