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
No fear can exist
When we live as if we are one
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.
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.