Tuesday, 6 January 2015

A Culture of Awakening



Admittedly I am not your average person when it comes to sharing my desires for seeing the world recognize its own inherent magnificence. I want us all to love and care for each other and the environment as we would our own flesh and blood--because we are all thoughtfully interconnected, flesh and blood of this majestic Earth. Yet I am not alone in my desire. Anyone who cares about and reaches out to help others or acts on their concerns about the social and environmental fabric of our world lightens the load of caring people. And it is up to each of us to sort out an approach to life that meets our own needs for meaningful connections while helping each other and the world at large. Thankfully there are so many inspiring people whose trailblazing footsteps we can follow in and whose wisdom we can learn from along the way.

In our all too busy lives it is too easy to forget that we are

the spirit of the sky, 
the bones of mountains, 
the flesh of grass and trees ,
and the moist tongue of the sea 
as it speaks the love song of our names.

We are creatures of rhythm and beauty. We are meant to dwell in cycles and communion with each other and the natural world, not live beneath the crushing weight and pressures that society imposes upon us.

A culture of awakening is forming in the hearts of those around me. I feel it in my heart that goodness is eagerly awaiting our unearthing. Community mindedness is becoming more prevalent. People are no longer willing to sit idly and watch as the rich continue to get richer and the poor more displaced. Environmental stewardship is catching on. But continued pressure on government accountability is always needed. And a willingness on the part of ordinary people to be self reflective and consider possible changes we can make in our everyday lives towards more sustainable lifestyles is always helpful.

Joyfully yours,
Jill MacCormack







Monday, 5 January 2015

Indulgence

Sometimes the world I love makes me sad and I'm compelled to write depressing poems. It's not usually one single thing which gets me down, more likely a series of unfortunate events or worries I have let grow too large. 
So how do I navigate the inner turmoil of being a highly sensitive person in a noisy, fast paced world? Working towards a balance of mind and body is always a good preventive, but when that has failed to happen and I am sad, or over- tired or befuddled by my own seeming inconsistencies, I tend to curl up with a cup of tea and read or write. 
Yesterday I was feeling a little too sorry for myself and I indulged in writing a double cinquain on wallowing in self pity. Anyone who truly knows me knows that practicing gratitude is a cornerstone of my approach to living, but every now and them I am given to writing a sad poem.

Wallow--
The word makes me
think of weeping, lonely
as the high tide mark of sadness
is breached

and I
am slowly drowned
by a sorrow I could 
have saved myself from had I known
better.

Jill MacCormack

In truth, my surest way to escape myself is to get out for a walk in my favourite woods, or by the pond or muck about with heavy boots around the ditches. And as soon as wellness and weather conspire to allow this you'll find me doing just that.