The urgency of now: a call to courageous action

Photo by Tim Marshall

Photo by Tim Marshall


Dear ones,

Can you feel it too? This urgency that is in the air. Maybe it is more pronounced here in Australia as we have a significant and game-changing Federal election looming, but I suspect you may feel it too, no matter where you are in the world.

The voices of the innocent, our children, are calling for us to take action now.

They school strike for climate change led by an incredibly fierce young soul, Greta Thunberg. She has been meeting with political and world leaders not only demanding they take action but also calling them out on their short-comings to date in very clear and direct language so that there can be no confusion.

She tells us that our house is burning down.
Our leaders don’t want to do anything because it would make them unpopular.
We should be panicking.
Around the year 2030, 10 years 252 days and 10 hours away from now, we will be in a position where we set off an irreversible chain reaction beyond human control, that will most likely lead to the end of our civilisation as we know it.

I listen to her speak and I cry. I know she is right and I know that I have also been walking around in the bubble of it not being a here-now problem, when it really is.

With the upcoming election, there is a part of me that would prefer that I put my head in the sand on election day than cast a vote in a system that is a tragic-comedic battle of power between parties rather than truly putting the needs of the earth and its citizens first. The political system must change.

But I know that turning away and choosing non-participation won’t help.

I also know that I chose to be here on this planet at this time to be part of the healing and the solution, to aid the return of the divine feminine and reverent living to this planet.

If you’re reading this, then I know that you are too.

We each have our own unique role to play.

Given the urgency of these times, it feels right to share my poem, The Invitation, with you again.

 

It’s time to start listening to that quiet voice of wisdom within.
It’s time to cultivate the courage to acknowledge and follow your soul’s guidance and forge your own unique path.
No more avoidance, ignoring, procrastinating or holding back.
No more pretending that you haven’t been chosen for your soul’s mission.
The fear won’t go away but as you build courage your ability to hold the tension in your body will grow so the fear will seem less.
As you follow your heart’s callings, deep joy and aliveness will be your new companions.
As you say yes to what’s true for you and no to what’s false, you will strengthen your inner compass and your connection to your soul.
The world needs your soul’s medicine, your voice, your gifts, your courage, your ideas, your fully expressed essence, your truth in whatever form it takes to express you.
Your soul needs you to come home and whole, to be fully you in this world.
Stop comparing. Stop looking outside of yourself for where you fit in. You were never born for that. You belong because you were born.
Stop trying to fit yourself in a box, that’s way too limiting. Take up space. Create your own new shape.
Your life has lead you to this moment.
Now is the time to say YES.
Now is the time to start your real work in this world, untaming and becoming wildly yourself.

Dear one, the world really needs your soul’s medicine, your voice, your gifts, your courage, your ideas, your fully expressed essence, your truth in whatever form it takes to express you.

If you need some support to heal fear and doubt, to cultivate your courage, or to clarify your gifts or ideas, I’m here. Please reach out to me. I offer free 30 minute discovery sessions.

I have also created an A4 poster of my poem that you can print and put somewhere you can see it and read it anytime you need some encouragement. You can access it here. Please feel free to share with anyone you know who may also need the encouragement.

By healing ourselves, we contribute to healing the whole.

With love and courage

Kym xx

A prayer and poem for earth day

Photo by Rachel Pfuetzner

Photo by Rachel Pfuetzner

Dear ones,

Today is Earth Day. All over the world events are held to demonstrate support for environmental protection. My dreaming is that one day we won’t need an annual Earth Day because we will live with reverence for Mother Earth and in harmony with her and each other every single day.

Today, may we give great thanks for all that the earth provides us:
Air to breathe.
Water to hydrate and cleanse us.
Food to nourish us.
Ground to support us.
Places of shelter.
Beauty and wonder to inspire us.
Creatures to walk beside us.

As I sat down to write this post, I hoped I would be inspired to write something my mind deemed as profound, but instead, I found myself returning to a simple gratitude poem I wrote some years ago when I was living in Phuket. I felt reluctant to share it at first, because it is steeped in a child-like innocence but it is because of its essence of innocence that I feel compelled to share it. Innocence is our true nature from which wonder and pure love arises.

 


Thank you for the sunsets

Thank you for the sea

Thank you for scuba diving

and all it has taught me.

Thank you for the stars

and the beautiful crescent moon.

Thank you for the sunrise

although sometimes it comes too soon.

Thank you for my family.

Thank you for my friends —

for all the support and love I receive,

I hope it never ends.

Thank you for my street dogs,

they remind me how to love.

Thank you for the aeroplanes

and the view they give me from above.

Thank you for this planet

I love it more than I can say.

Thank you for each breath I take,

and for each and every day.

Thank you for this freedom,

I’m grateful for so much choice.

Thank you for this life I live

I’ve so much to rejoice.

What are you grateful for today?

With love and courage,

Kym xx

To receive the day

Photo by Angelo Pantazis

Photo by Angelo Pantazis

 

Mid way through this warm autumn,

I sit and watch,

listen and breathe,

feel and appreciate

all the beauty of this season:

The softness of the daylight,

the cool breeze,

clumps of bronze seed pods

waiting to helicopter-fall

from the ash tree,

the thin pale blue sky,

birds chirping, magpies carolling,

shimmering strands of spider webs,

the sun gently warming my skin.

The earth endlessly offers us

so much beauty and nourishment

for free,

yet we rush on with our days,

with the busyness

of the consuming world

we were born into.

Change begins within each of us.

To receive the day

is different than to take.

To appreciate fully

what is freely and generously offered

fills the endless void of lack.

Wants fade away. Needs are fulfilled.

Joy, contentment and peace

are here

in front of us.


 

Dear ones,

Wherever you are in the world, whether it is spring or autumn, monsoon or dry season, I hope that you find many moments each day to be still and enjoy the beauty of this earth in the changing seasons.
May your problems dissipate or even go away.
May you find fulfilment in simplicity and just being here.
May you be inspired to create and to celebrate life and our beautiful mother earth.
May you be kind unto her, unto yourself and to each other.
May kindness become our prime currency now. We need it more than ever.

With love and courage,

Kym xx

The power of a heart that feels fully

I have delayed writing this post today because I wanted to find subject matter that my mind deemed more uplifting or positive. I have done the grocery shopping, some cleaning, scrolled through Facebook, made coffee and decided I was hungry a couple of times— basically employed all the available tactics to avoid coming into direct contact with what is waiting for me here and now.

For me today, what is here waiting for me now is grief that sits in the middle of my heart waiting to pour forth the moment I say yes to what is there.

I am not grieving the loss of a human loved one. I am crying for trees, sacred trees that are at risk of being cut down so that a highway in regional Victoria can be widened.

The Djap Wurrung Embassy who represent the traditional owners of the land where the trees stand writes this:

“We are sitting here on Djapwurrung country protecting sacred trees.

These beautiful trees include an 800 year old tree that has seen over 50 generations born inside of a hollow in her trunk and a 350 year old directions tree that has been shaped and resembles a Woman. This area is part of the song line, the series of scared trees and artefacts we find here regularly prove its significance.

To our People, the land is our means of survival.

It is our food, spirit, identity and culture. Our lands have a spiritual value and not an economic one. If the land is destroyed so is our dreaming. Our dreaming is our story. It is what connects us to the beginning of time, back to our spirit ancestors, our creators.

Vic Roads plan to create a 4 Lane Highway.

 It’s located just outside of Ararat, this is why we are sitting on Country now. If this 12km stretch goes ahead 3000 trees will be gone, including the sacred trees and their protected habitats. All this devastation is in the name of cutting 3 minutes off the existing highways travel time.”

It’s is the idea of cutting down the 800-year old sacred birthing tree that upsets me most.

Tree as mid-wife.

Tree as life support.

Tree as safe holding space.

Tree as womb.

Tree as nurturer.

Tree as witness.

Tree as healer.

Tree of wisdom.

Tree as divine feminine.

Tree so sacred and holy.

Tree so easily discarded in the name of progress and development.

Could my life be so easily discarded too?

My heart cries out, “Stop! Stop! Please stop! This is too much devastation to bear.”

And as I speak the words I know they are not mine alone. It is the voice of the earth, of the divine feminine, of the animate and inanimate beings being exploited and destroyed, and of all the men and women awakening and remembering that we were born to co-exist in harmony and with reverence, and that to continue to dominate and compete is the path of our destruction.

Here where I live in suburbia, life is very comfortable, efficient and orderly— well except for the weeds that always pop up in the garden and that untameable kid who keeps discarding his soft drink can on our nature strip on his way home from school.

I live some 2.5 hours drive away from where the sacred trees are at risk of being felled for a wider road. In fact, I’ve never seen them. They are far from my sight and it is easy to turn away and forget and preoccupy myself with what is in my view along with all my distractions.

Except my heart won’t forget. My heart is connected with the one heart that connects all beings, and so is yours. What we do to the earth, to the one heart, we do to ourselves.

My heart burns and weeps and deep within I can hear a wailing song of grief, yet it is still tinged with hope.

I was reluctant to write this post because I know there is a part inside all of us that doesn’t want to hear it. I have observed over the last couple of years that when I share anything on social media that highlights environmental concerns that it goes ignored when in comparison, anything I share about love and happiness seems to get many, many likes. It could just be algorithms but I also think that maybe we have become numb or hopeless and/or just prefer to be uplifted and entertained than to read or witness something in which we too will experience pain, a pain we don’t know what to do with.

So let me reframe this sharing. It is not intended as lecture or judgement but as an expression of my own heartache. This story of pain is actually one of great love.

I have been blessed to witness so much of the extraordinary beauty and mystery of Mother Earth with my own eyes from breathtaking sunsets, to whale sharks and schooling hammerheads in her seas, to visiting many lands across Europe, India and Asia. This planet is so extraordinarily beautiful she moves me to tears and I fear that we are not doing enough quickly enough to preserve her for our future generations.

Whatever it is that pains you— the destruction of the earth, the loss of a loved one, the impossibility of a situation in your life, persecution, racism, injustice—may it break your heart open so wide that only love pours through and moves you into action in service of something greater than just you, in service of the one heart that connects us all.

The heart that feels fully can heal and transform anything.

With love and courage,

Kym

xx

This post is for Her, our beautiful Mother Earth, with a great and endless love.