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

Silence, a wise teacher

Picture by Greg Rakozy

Picture by Greg Rakozy

 

Blessed Silence, how grateful I am that you found me once again.

My mind had all these ideas of what I was going to write

but when I sat down to type all the words flew away.

Instead, I discovered a vast space pulsing with tangible quiet

and the deep inner peace that tells me everything is okay.

Your sudden appearance used to distress me.

I questioned how I could call myself a writer if I had nothing to say.

But I have come to realise that you are a wise teacher.

You may show up unexpectedly and catch me by surprise

but you always bring gifts:

Rest. Presence. Depth. Space. Holding.

Time beyond time. Refined listening. Integration.

These gifts cannot be fully received if I am in motion,

chasing after thoughts that were already running away.

New words may come later, perhaps wisdom too

but if there is something truly to be spoken,

Silence, it will arise from you.

Autumn blessings

Image by Timothy Eberly

Image by Timothy Eberly

 

Blessed Autumn,
you break open my heart
with your brazen beauty.

You ripple across this land
in shades of red, orange, 
amber, yellow and tan
until you fade
into the darkness 
of winter’s waiting arms.

You offer your bounty,
and I drink it all in
until I am satiated in bliss.

I could die right now
and feel content with my life.

Absorbed in the fullness
of this moment 
I know nothing I’ve strived for
truly matters, 
but everything I’ve surrendered to
has been richer in meaning
then anything earned.

Swallow me whole
and if you must spit me out
transform me into the golden light
of the end of days.

Witnessed by many or none
it does not matter,
my purpose will still be complete.

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.

When your calling is scary and 3 tips to help you over come your resistance so you can just start

Photo by Ian Schneider.

Photo by Ian Schneider.

Today I have everything and nothing to say. So much has unfolded in my life in the last week.  There are so many things I could write about: the secret tricks of resistance, the gifts of cleaning up my act, the intelligence of the body, the unexpected joy of following a green mono-diet for the last week that was not hard at all contrary to what my mind had to say before I started.

My mind has been flipping between all the options I could write about, not sure which one to choose. So I decided to just start writing and see what emerges.

Sometimes you just have to start and see where you end up.

 The path isn’t linear or set in stone.

All roads lead to Rome. Although in years gone by, pilgrims may have walked the same route to Rome for safety and to access amenities, which is why it became the preferred pilgrimage route in the first place. There are in fact innumerable routes to Rome depending on which way you personally choose to walk. Your path is yours and yours alone. Don’t walk someone else’s (unless you feel called by your soul to do so.)

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I didn’t know I was going to write all that. It just came out as I was typing. See. This is this joy of turning up to a blank page to see what wants to emerge and be expressed.

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Sometimes we think we have to know where we’re going or how to do something or how it’s going to turn out before we start but the truth is we don’t really know until we start.  

So just start with a small step or if a small step is too much just a small movement or gesture.
Find your way.

On the weekend I bought and almost completely devoured Stephen Pressfield’s latest book, The Artist's Journey: The Wake of the Hero's Journey and the Lifelong Pursuit of Meaning upon the recommendation of my women’s circle leader, Grace Funk of Priestess Your Life, who described it asa game-changer.”

 Similar to Grace, I have spent most of my life exploring why am I here? What are my gifts? And in recent years, what is my subject? What is the underlying theme of my writing? Who am I here to serve?

 I realise as I was reading that my writing has dwindled away (again). The poetry has stopped. My instagram posts have a sentence or two at most. Sometimes I journal. I write my weekly blog post…so that’s something.  But overall, I have been writing very little.

I don’t feel inspired.
I have nothing to say.
I have to focus on finalising and marketing my book.
I’m too tired.
I don’t know what I want to write about yet.
I’m not clear on the subject yet.

These are some of my most common reasons…I mean excuses…I tell myself that stop me from writing.

Yes…they stop me from writing which because I tell myself means I stop myself from writing.

 Guess what’s really at play here?

 Resistance. I’d write it in invisible ink if I could because that’s how it often shows up in my life.

Stephen explains that writing or creating requires that we go from Level #1 - our everyday reality into what he calls Level #2 -“that is the Unconscious, the Soul, the Self, the Super-conscious.” You might also think of it as the Universe or unlimited creative field.

 “Resistance is a min-Refusal of the Call” (to adventure, to create, to take a risk or specifically in my case to sit down to the blank page to write.)

 But why?

 It’s simple.

 “The Call is scary,” writes Stephen.

Resistance is “the terror the psyche experiences at the prospect of encountering the Self, i.e. the soul, the unconscious, the superconscious.” 

I’d also offer that the psyche experiences this terror when venturing into the unknown whether it be to go and walk a pilgrimage route on the other side of the world, quit your job without another one to go to, take on any challenge you’ve never done before where you risk failing or change your life in some way that the psyche fears may be irreversible.

Stephen says that the first skill the artist must learn is how to start.  However, he does not tell you how to start. This is something the artist must discover for herself.

 At the end of the day you must discover what works for you but I will share a few things that have worked for me:

1.    When I don’t know what to write about, I ask for inspiration

I discovered this early in my Via Francigena journey. I noticed that I had been receiving writing inspiration constantly as I was walking then one day there was nothing.  I heard nothing.

I asked the universe why I wasn’t receiving inspiration and a small quiet voice said I didn’t ask. So I asked and it soon came flooding in.

To ask is to open to receive.

2.    Grow your creative energy anyway you can

Dance, walk, cook, paint, draw, colour, write, sing, play, walk, take photos, make love, go to an art exhibition or a performance.

Do something that gets you out of your head, that is fun and makes you feel excited.

This weekend I got my easel and paint out for the first time in months and intuitively painted.  When I paint, sometimes I have an idea of what I’m going to paint but it usually changes as I paint, often completely such is the way the creative process works through me. I also “make mistakes” e.g. put paint on in a way that doesn’t match my expectations, but somehow I always find a way to cover it, change it, blend it, correct it, morph it into something new or accept it.

I loved my painting so much, I have called her Mary the Angel and framed her and hung her on the wall behind my desk to reflect back at me my own creativity as I work. I am now super excited to paint more. I even ordered a book on intuitive painting for inspiration and learning. This excitement is flowing over into my writing and other areas of my life.

Here’s Mary the Angel….

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Can you see the luminous lizard creature hanging around her head aura? Well that was unintentional (which you could call a mistake) but as one of the many things lizard symbolises is teaching us that there are untapped powers in us, I think it was divinely intended and created.

3.    Be curious

 High expectations are a killer. Take the pressure off yourself. You don’t have to create something perfect. You don’t have to get it right.

Just start with curiosity and see what emerges and where you end up. Maybe it will be a mess.  Maybe you will fail.

Or maybe it will inspire something else or another part of your life.

Maybe it will be truly amazing.

Maybe that’s the real fear here that your amazingness exceeds what you have previously known/thought about yourself.

You may still feel resistance. Fear may come up.

Just feel it and send it some love.

See if you can find the excitement in your body for creating, make it bigger and bigger in your body so that your excitement is greater than your fear. Your excitement will help you step over the edge again and again.

“The artist is not expressing himself. He is discovering himself.” - Stephen Pressfield

And isn’t that just it? We get focused on outcomes: achievements and progress and getting somewhere and making it some place. But the journey is about discovery and there’s so much to discover in this world, and especially within yourself in the short time we have here on this planet in this life.

I just started writing this blog unsure of my starting point or where I was going and it showed up as I wrote. This also happens to be the longest blog I have written in a long time, which could be good or bad depending on your attention span and/or personal preference [insert cheeky face emoji that doesn’t exist on my laptop keyboard so you’ll have to imagine it.]

In writing this, I have discovered more about myself, primarily that I’m actually quite clear on how to get myself out of resistance. I just needed to write it down to remind myself.

I’m also feeling the creative fire inside my heart burning even more brightly, a combination of writing this blog, creative cooking, and painting on the weekend that has triggered a whole heap of ideas for books and insights and clarity around what I’m here to teach in this lifetime.

 So what do you say? Want a make a commitment to yourself to just start? To have a go? To give it your best shot?

Your adventure, your art, your book, your poetry, your song, your dance, your [fill in the blank] is waiting to come through you.

I hope you’ll say yes.

With love and courage,

Kym

xx

PS If you need some help to overcome resistance, checkout how we can work together on my service page and/or send me an email to kym@kymwilson.com.au or through my contact page.

Going where the heart energy flows and the peace that holds everything

Yesterday when I was thinking about this week’s blog post, I was excitedly contemplating recording another video blog and ideas were quickly flashing up about what I could vlog about. And then today dawned, and a different plan unfolded.

I had the opportunity to say yes to visit loved ones for a healing conversation.

In the background my mind mumbled some objections mostly around having so much to do including writing this blog post and not enough time but these days I’m more interested in what my heart has to say.

Heart didn’t even have to say go. It was already there and so my body followed.

We will always have to do lists and things we need to do but there is no guarantee how long our loved ones will be with us on this planet. Don’t delay any longer saying those things that are ripe or overdue to be expressed.

On the way home, as late as it was and still needing to write this blog post, I stopped beside the sea to watch the sun set for a few moments.
The horizon glowed golden apricot.
The waves rippled to shore.
Sea gulls glided gracefully free.
Despite the noise of traffic rumbling past behind me, there was a peace here that holds everything.
No matter the chaos or busyness of everyday life, you can find peace within it. If you need a little dose now, you can experience it for yourself here https://vimeo.com/324943305

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This is not the blog post I thought I would write today.

Today was not the day I thought it would be when I awoke into the new day. It was much more alive than that.

In his poem, What to Remember When Waking, David Whyte wrote, “What you can plan is too small for you to live.”

Life keeps teaching me again and again to trust the unplanned life. There is something greater that wants to be lived through us beyond anything we could plan.

With love and courage,

Kym
xx

Something different and out of the comfort zone

Hello dear ones,

This week my heart urged me to do something different and out of my comfort zone and so I have recorded a video blog for you! This is something I have never done and is out of my comfort zone.

I love writing and feel more comfortable and less vulnerable putting words on the page where you can’t see me. Although it wasn’t always this way. I remember the first time I published a blog post 9 years ago then shared it with people I knew. My heart pounded, I felt nervous and excited, sensitive and shy…just as I do now.

Writing gives me the time and space to plan what I want to say as well as self-edit, whereas the video blog my heart wanted me to record is unplanned, unscripted, in the moment and not edited.

Life will call us forward into new versions of ourselves. Will you say yes and take the step? Or stay attached to the old version of yourself and stuck on the old railway tracks.

What I can tell you as I’m about to step over the edge of my known and unknown worlds and press publish on this first video blog is that this is where the aliveness lives. This is a place of unlimited possibility. This is where I say yes to my soul. And there is great love and power here.

With love and courage,

Kym

xx

PS I still have a limited number of free 1:1 sessions available via Skype. Email me at kym@kymwilson.com.au to find out more.