‘Ecosystem’ is one of my favourite words.
The etymology of the word ‘eco’ comes from the Greek oikos, meaning ‘home’.
Home is where our family reside.
And family can and do take many forms.
‘Ecosystem’ is one of my favourite words.
The etymology of the word ‘eco’ comes from the Greek oikos, meaning ‘home’.
Home is where our family reside.
And family can and do take many forms.
This week has delivered to me some huge lessons in humility.
Why?
Because each time conflict or challenging emotions have arisen in my space, I have seen that I am the source.
Me.
Sounds odd I know, but it’s far too easy these days to look outside of ourselves at the person, place or situation and blame them for our inner turmoil or dissatisfaction.
Humans do it all the time.
Because we have been taught to defend ourselves (and therefore our stories) against ‘external threats’.
But why do we feel the need to defend in the first place?
It is the time of year where birth becomes a daily occurrence.
Following the resurrection times of Easter, we enter into longer days of light, the springing forth of green shoots and leaves and the beginning of warmer winds that herald the stripping off of winter layers.
In the North of England I am surrounded by the birth of lambs in the fields, the rising of early flowers on the hills and the co-creation of new ways of living as the pandemic restrictions we have been under for over a year are starting to lift.
Yet birth is often a struggle.
When was the last time you died?
Might sound like an odd question if you are sat at your computer or phone reading this feeling very much ‘alive’ in order to do so.
But how would you define living?
“Alive or just breathing?”
A tad cliché but worth considering.
Every awakening involves a death.
The death of old social ideals, stories or identities.
To die means to journey into the underworld and re-emerge new and clean.