I was not “present” for my sister Susanna’s death nor my mums. Present, meaning being in a state of loving acceptance, to be open to the here and now and whatever arises. It takes a lot of work on oneself and a lot of courage to be present for a dying loved one and I […]
Space Between Dying and Death is Love. Part One Read More »
In this liminal space of rapid transformation we have proved how quickly we can change…when the threat is outside ourself. When an “enemy” is in our midst, look how quickly we take on a war mentality and jump into line, behave or beware. But what if the biggest threat to humanity are the things that
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v. re·paired, re·pair·ing, re·pairs To restore to a sound, good, or complete state after decay. To make amends for, as for an injury. To fortify; defend. The bell has sounded and it’s home time. Time for contemplation, reflection, pairing ideas to find creative connections. Time to rewire oneself, repair relationships with others and the land. Feel the wisdom
Do I need a sign, waking to the soft morning light, sleep a distant future away, that today I dare to be content? I am the sign. I am the eagle suspended in the valley. The avocados dripping, vainly glorious. Silvery new leaveson the Illawarra Flame Treeafter the rain. I am all of this hot mess of creation and destruction. Folding
To move from grief, from mourning is to move from a place of sheer loss to a place of acknowledging the loss, and in mourning the permanence of the loss, it can’t be fixed, but also, it creates a space, in mourning, for you to make sacred the pain so that the rest of your
This poem was presented to my daughter Cassia Remy Carnell on the last day of school 28th November 2019. One last moment The moment she walks through the school gate For the last time.School shoes from Year 7 Flung skyward to the nearest power line.Abandoned in defiance, elation, completion.It’s over.I don’t need to hold it together
