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Nothing will ever be the same!

I see a world in the future in which we understand that all life is related to us
and we treat that life with great humility and respect. 
David Suzuki

Last night I was shaken from a deep dream state when I heard a voice that resonated through my bones. In a booming voice (no it didn’t sound like Morgan Freeman) it said “nothing will ever be the same!” As I pondered these words I felt every cell of my body filling with light and the whole room, in spite of the early morning darkness, was glowing like the Northern Lights.
What could this mean, I wondered?

I stumbled into the kitchen at 3:17am and picked up two beautiful Valencia oranges from my fruit basket. I sliced them in halves and began slowly squeezing them with my hand juicer, I could feel their aliveness in my hand, pulsing up my arm and awakening my heart. And as I picked up the glass and had the first sip, I could taste the Sun,  moon,  stars, and the fertile earth, an explosion of sensations throughout my body! I was taken aback by the images and excitement of the sweetness on my palate.  I took another sip and I felt the farmers' hands nurturing the trees, the rain blessing them, as they blessed and fed the air and all the nourishment from the earth tingling on the
taste buds of my tongue. 

And then I thought, with a bit of shame, of what it took to get those oranges to my little house in the woods in Nelson BC. The trucks, and truckers, the traffic and pollution from the burning of fossil fuels, the temperature rising and I could feel the connection with all of that. And I knew for me nothing would ever be the same. Something had deeply changed in my very nature. 

I went out to take my morning walk in the crisp autumn air and sat on a log by Falls Creek where I often come to meditate. And I thought of my old friend John O'Donohue and his
​unfinished poem and his unfinished life.

I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
John O’Donohue

My dog Buddha and I walked in silence, feeling the rain soaked earth and the cedar droppings on the path, and the rocks, and roots of the cedar, birch and fir trees. It seemed like every breath was my first, a new beginning, unique, original and the air filled me with a deep sense of
gratitude, wonder and aliveness.

At home I watched an interview with a young African woman named Sarito from Cameroon speaking at the COP climate conference. This girl had lost everything she built, an eco-village, a centre for the education of girls and women, destroyed in the ongoing war and yet she kept on going, a leader at the forefront of the global youth movement, knowing that nothing would ever be the same, courageously going on after all she’d been through. Like the river she keeps on flowing, moving, unfolding,
surprised by her own courage. And I wept!

Watching and listening to her changed me, and nothing will ever be the same! When I hear people say they can’t wait til “things get back to normal”, I say No, we do not want things to get back to normal. Normal is a prison of unconsciousness, separation and fear. Nothing will ever be the same! And that’s a good thing! Can we begin to cultivate the curiosity of our relationship to life itself? Can we become quiet enough to imagine an interconnected world that works for all life? Are we open to embracing our deep relationship to the life that wants to live through us?

Please join me in imagining a world that listens to the amazing possibilities inherent in being part of nature… Open with me to the mystery of our own unfolding!

with love and blessings,
michael

You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something,
build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.                 
Buckminster Fuller
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