Waking up to a hangover

This morning had a strange feel to it.

Like the street was in a hang over from the night before.

A quietness, a questioning.

What does this mean?

What does this mean for me, my family, food, shelter, essentials, money?

I went to the reserve and no one was there….strange.

An eerie feeling as I walk through the whispering woods, the paper bark forest as I listen to the questioning voice asking, what does this mean?

How are others taking in the news?

Choice being tackled away.

But this is not a foot ball game. To be that there would be equal ground to play. But still it is a game.

What does this mean?

Perhaps it means we need to wake up to the game and how we are playing it?

Perhaps we need to ask what is this really about? How do I want to move in this game? What supports do I need to be part of this game? Who are the players and what are the motivations of these players?

Like it all not we are all in the game. For those who feel like they are loosing in the game, feel overpowered and overshadowed by bullying attack or underhanded defence. Know this … the game is not over.

The good news is, you can wake up to the game, see the game for what is and how you are playing it. It’s when we awaken to what is happening that we have the power to play the game in a new way. Because now we have our eyes, our ears and our wits with us.

It is not about winning or losing that is the old game. This game is about trust, staying true to your self and in your own power. Choosing what you are loyal to and connecting with supportive, loving, kind community who you can build this new game with.

As I walk through the reserve, mother nature speaks through plants and flowers. The paperbark shows me the peeling of skin, time to let go. Reminding me to feel what ever it is I feel, to let it move, to let it release, this response to what is happening in my city.

So I walk with this.

And then I come across the Balka Grass trees, standing like warriors, strongly connected to the ground. Newly grown spears covered with flowers beginning to open. They gather together in community. Strength in numbers.

I bow to these fellow spiritual warriors, Divine rebels and continue to walk forward.

As I walk past the bee hive that shares the smell of joy, honey, I am stopped by the beauty of a banksia tree. The old growth of leaves giving way to the birth of new fronds.

I stand eye to eye with this new life, something is flowering and even though it may not look like it from where you are now, it is happening. It reminds me that beyond the choppy waters the beauty of new life is forming. So stay in the moment, be with everything. Let yourself feel the depth, the spectrum of life without judgement.

We need your dancer, artist, laughter, crafter, story teller, songs, poetry... we need flowers, beauty… keep coming back to the moment. Look around your room slowly, really see the objects, the plants, the people.

What stands out to you? When something speaks to you, pause, let yourself see it, really see it. Sense in your body what this gives you. Say it aloud. Breathe. Be with it.

When standing in front of that new life coming through the old I felt a sense of deep peace and hope.

No matter what is going on around you, you have the moment to focus, to see, to feel, to sense and return to loving self.

Love, strength and wisdom to you,

Simone