Regenerative, restorative and transformative containers.
We are in need of so many of these.
The Collective Trauma Summit is an outstanding example. It is on now. It is global. It is a mass movement to healing. It is free.
A gateway to collective growth, emergence, insight and delight. Poetry opens me up, expands my vision, awes my-your-our souls.
Regenerative, restorative and transformative containers.
We are in need of so many of these.
The Collective Trauma Summit is an outstanding example. It is on now. It is global. It is a mass movement to healing. It is free.
Joanna Macy on five gifts from uncertainty for aliveness and flourishing.
Presence, Courage and intention, Awareness, Solidarity. And the Immensity of time.
Wild edges, small islands, the middle of the North Atlantic. These are places where we melt, become timeless, spaces beyond interpenetrate us.
A short trip over Rannoch Moor down to Kinlochleven then across the sea to Skye.
Scotland has its wild surprises. Some in poetry and pictures.
Our world is changing. Our thinking patterns are shifting. To answer our pressing emergencies and, fortuitously, engaging in this brings an aliveness like nothing else.
We’re a worldwide civilisation now and can consciously engage in creating thriving, just, sustainable futures for everyone. Yet, sometimes, this seems like a very lonely path…
We hope this site helps us all accelerate positive shifts. Amplification, re-storying and sharing awe…
Our future, ourselves, our planet and our stories, it’s all entangled ― Festina LentÍvaldi*
For friends, family and life everywhere. Hold our breaths with Ane Brun and Robert Louis Stevenson. Land, light, song-poems and storm reflections.
It’s rainbow season in the north. The rains are washing the skies, crystal clarity emerges from deluges. That does not mean the wildness and storms are passed. Read on as Emily Dickinson explains…
Transfigure your mind
for your arrival in the new dawn
There is this time of the day.
And a particular time of the year
When the animals have been fed
and they are lying in hairy heaps…
he day has arrivedLoneliness slips awayTouch of Life 14 months numbSkin runs coldFlow of blood suspendedFrozen over like iceDays grow longerMy shell sheds awayThe memory of you 1 week remainsThe darkness fadesPrickling pinsdance gleefully on my...
In the crises around us we are the problems and also the solutions. That’s a thinking pattern shift. From individual to collective.
How can we assist this for thriving in the hear and now as well as the future?
Seeing in and between the clouds
A koan is a dilemma, a mystery which the rational mind cannot solve—our global village.
We are part of the world. Yet, how can we be initiated into caring for everything? Even knowing we’re connected to it all.
When near the end of day, life has drained, in the dusk, explore your arrival in the new dawn. Global sunsets and a sunrise.
“Hasten slowly” said Augustus. Oh, this is hard. To imagine what can be created, to hold back, to act; to engage means delving into both despair and hope. That’s where we’re challenged to see the powerful in what we do which is always minimal and micro. Feeling adequate in the face of manifest inadequacy. Weaving together the pieces that hasten, slowly and steadily, benevolution.
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Feature by Julianna Gwiszcz, Creative Commons BY-NC-ND; see individual posts for other picture credits.