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.

The unseen affect of your inspired action

We never truly know how what we do or say affects another person. We’re not in their bodies to know how it feels for them, and often we don’t get feedback from them as the wave of life takes us in different directions. If we did, I think it would inspire us to be more kind and to take more inspired action. But in the absence of feedback, we must surrender and either trust our action or imagine the affect it has, that our intention to offer kindness, love, encouragement does just that.

I want to offer two stories about the unseen affect of taking inspired action: one as the receiver and one as the giver.

Receiving

Recently I was surprised to receive the most beautiful email from one of my blog readers, who I will refer to as G. She took the time to share some of her personal journey with me and told me how perfectly timed some of my articles have been for her and how they have touched her in different ways. Her words landed inside me deeply. I cried as I read the email.

Sometimes, I doubt what I’m doing. It was around a year ago that I first had the inspiration to change the name of my blog to Sacred Reminders for Courageous Hearts. My inner critic reared up her nasty head asking me who was I to think I could write sacred reminders? I doubted if I should do it. It took me months to actually do it.

Sometimes I write posts and I get feedback. Sometimes I don’t. But the absence of feedback doesn’t mean that my offering or your offering for that matter hasn’t made a difference. No feedback is just no feedback.

Borrowing the words of George Michael, sometimes “you gotta have faith.” Keep following your inspiration and trust it. The affect of it may just be unseen.

I am so grateful that G felt inspired to write to me and acted on it. It was a simple, free but great gift that has deeply touched my heart and inspired renewed energy and commitment to my writing and following my inspiration.

Your kindness, encouragement and belief in another person may be just the medicine you didn’t know they needed.

Giving

A few years ago when I was in London, holed up at my friend’s place and unable to undertake my planned pilgrimage from Rome to Jerusalem due to my seized lower back and hip problems, I experienced a most beautiful and intimate moment of inspired action.

I was walking back to the underground station after receiving a massage to help my body heal, when I walked past a small, old woman with white hair pulled back in a bun sitting in a doorway with her bag of belongings next to her. The street was busy and many people walked past her without even looking at her. I saw her and walked past too but I experienced a strong inner directive to go back and speak to her.

Her name was Mary. I squatted beside her and spoke to her. She told me her story about how she had become homeless, a story of family relationship breakdown and misfortune. I listened and asked questions.

Then I felt another inner directive to offer her a hug. This is not something I usually do. At first I felt resistant, then awkward and shy but the inner directive was strong. So I asked her.

“Mary, would you like a hug?”
Her face lit up and her blue eyes beamed.
“Yes please,” she responded.

I wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped her arms around me and we hugged for a long time. When our time together felt complete, I gifted her some money to get a room for the night, and held her hand for a few moments.

“I wish I had a daughter like you,” she told me.

I looked lovingly into her eyes and then left.

I don’t know what lasting affect if any that moment had on Mary’s life. I like to hope that she felt love and kindness, and that the memory of that moment might help her keep going through tough moments.

What I do know is that it has had a lasting affect on me. Even now, three years later, I think of Mary and wonder where she is, how she is, if she is still alive. I feel a great love and tenderness in my heart. It makes me want to be more kind, more generous, more giving.

Taking inspired action, creating and offering anything that is inspired including love and kindness has an extremely positive affect on your own heart and energy field.  Maybe no one will ever see your artwork, read your poem or book, or receive or acknowledge your heartfelt offering. But following your inspiration and offering it regardless of how or if it will be received by anyone else feels really good.

Inspired action increases your energy and creativity and makes you feel more positive, radiant, and joyful. And so by default without even knowing, you will affect anyone you come into contact with.

Resist, avoid or hold back on your inspired action and you will most likely feel miserable and others will feel your misery. But by flowing with your inspiration and doing what you love, your inner fire will glow brightly and others will experience and even absorb some of your radiance.

You might just light them up. You might just change their moment, their day, even their whole life.

Your inspired action matters.

You matter.

With love and courage to you all and deep gratitude to G and to Mary,

Kym

xx

Softly, softly the tender heart

 

Softly, softly the tender heart

aching with a sensitivity that longs to be cradled.

Pause, here in this moment.

Don’t turn away to the escape of distraction.

Your to do list can wait.

So can your emails, messages, notifications

and everything else that’s happening in the outside world, 

especially everything in the social sphere.

Here now is your overdue task:

Loving your own heart exactly as it is  with all it’s pain, fear, confusion and sadness.

Stay here, and love your heart.

Don’t turn away.

Don’t abandon it 

because you don’t know what to do with everything that you’re feeling,

or how to make the feelings stop or go away.

Instead stay here and be tender.

Hold your heart as you would hold a scared or crying child.

Love it gently and relentlessly so it can rest safe in your own care,

so that everything it’s really not can dissolve

back into the angelic arms of your own love.

With love and courage,

Kym xx

Nothing about you is broken

Nothing about you is broken

"You are the most magical creature," he says.
My brows furrow thoughtfully
and I tilt my head to the left side
as I contemplate his words,
simultaneously strange and alluring.

Then the animal that dwells
invisibly beneath my skin
arches her back,
and stretches out her long limbs
as she wakes from her stunned slumber.

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