What would you say if someone told you that you were wise?
Would you believe them?
Would you call yourself ‘wise’?
Not many of us would.
And yet each one of us weaves wisdom through our lives.
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There are times when we burn.
We make outer fires warm us. To feed us. To nurture us.
We make inner fires to transform us.
To heal us. And to clear old, stagnant energy systems.
When we make inner fire, we enter the flames to heal.
To whole. To resurrect. To renew.
And there are many kinds of fire.
The darkness gathers
We breathe into the oncoming sleep
The life currents are slowing
We are asked to weep
Not for grief you understand
But to let everything go
We cannot take the past with us
All the old stories must go
The cosmic void awaits
Our courageous leap
Our souls in her hands
The great mother keeps
For the time to begin anew
Has come
No fear can exist
When we live as if we are one
Can you let go?
Of all you have known.
Of all you have been?
Of all the stories you thought you were here to live.
The days of everything working out according to our plans appear to be over.
The times we are living in are defined by what my friends in the sustainability world would describe as VUCA.
Volatile
Uncertain
Chaotic and
Ambiguous
Just when we think we might be able to see a clear way ahead, it feels as if the Universe then comes and drop kicks that ‘plan’ into oblivion and we are left once again in the void of not knowing.