Joanna Macy on five gifts from uncertainty for aliveness and flourishing.
Presence, Courage and intention, Awareness, Solidarity. And the Immensity of time.
A gateway to collective growth, emergence, insight and delight. Poetry opens me up, expands my vision, awes my-your-our souls.
Joanna Macy on five gifts from uncertainty for aliveness and flourishing.
Presence, Courage and intention, Awareness, Solidarity. And the Immensity of time.
Settle down in the sea of destruction,
Without harm and without fear;
Rise up on the peaceful arc,
As a young queen in bloom.
Sunset and sunrise at Chalanais through the solstice.
We have gotten it all wrong. I-you-us, in our ability to matter and to make a significant difference for ourselves, for the crises around us, are not stuck in our ways.
My heart leaps up
So often, so true—I can feel these rainbows and waterfalls, from 2 continents, living inside me, lighting me up and connecting me beyond myself.
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*
Simple please, not simplistic.
Easily said but hard to do in our complex world. Music, poetry, pictures can all help the narratives. Enjoy these short videos!
You’re in for an incredible treat.
This is poetry, a gateway to collective healing with the incredible poets and human beings Marie Howe and Pádraig Ó Tuama.
John O’Donohue’s poem
In praise of the grace of water.
Watch it emerge and wend it’s way to the arctic ocean in these photos accompanying John.
From Skogar by foot: along a mind-boggling series of waterfalls, between glaciers, over volcanoes, across braided glacier melt rivers and through into sulfurous lunar Landmannalaugar.
Wherever you are
is called here.
So now the ears of my ears
awake.
My feet encounter
the soft forest floor.
3 poems read by Kari
You turn up your face, back bent,
arms outstretched, so that if the sky
scoops you up, you will be ready to be lifted.
…
From this moment on,
you regret nothing.
With coronavirus pain are windows of hope opening too? How do we help find what the world is trying to be? Here’s the simple please, not simplistic sp/ns version. Audio, video, pictures and poetry of love.
The wind assured her that he would recite her poem before each sunrise… By Earl King and Malcolm King-Fontana. Click for the full poem and/or play it, read by Greg Brown. “I would like my name to be Kumasaka, Mayan for clarity coming…”
Do you have mysterious access to
the deep well of poetry or music?
Can you hold contradictions?
Are you plucky and playful?
Adorn yourself with these excellencies my kinsmen.
“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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