FEEL THE CHANGE COMING

My dream last night was of a ghost town with a cemetery overgrown with wild grass.
A meditative space I wanted to go and stand within and listen to the wind in the grass.
But I was warned that the field was full of snakes
grown sleek on eating what lay in the graves beneath that soil.

Awake I remember the last time I meditated and was roused by the sound of wind in the grass.
I was sitting on a sand-dune near the beach
my life at a very low ebb.
Opening my eyes I found myself
eye to eye with a snake rustling through the sand.

It passed by my bare feet, its glittering eye on mine.

The sun was setting over the ocean
shafting through the rain clouds on the horizon
and I knew that I was
in the presence of the All
and all was being transformed.

A new world story is being born.
The old lies rustling in the wind
the crisp, flaking dead skin abandoned by the moving snake.

So many times, as a child, I picked up those
delicate membranes
and looked across the paddock
to see that sleek, shining
new-fleshed serpent.

The thrill of fear and awe as it slid across my path.

Deconstructing ‘team-building’

We don’t need a ‘team’, we need an interconnected network
that can operate in a constantly changing environment
with a constantly changing set of rules
constantly assessing self/environment/universe/ purpose
ready to shed the old skin and evolve the new
thriving on change
thriving on multiplicity
feeling the interconnectedness of all things.

Ask not, “What is wrong with the world?”

Ask: “How have we come to see the world as we see it?”
Ask it personally and ask it corporately and ask it of your world.

Ask where is the power in this world?
Ask where is the love in this world?
And bring them together.

Ask each: “What is the wisdom you have discovered?”

Together, write a story about what really matters to us all.

Listen for the rustling of the snakes through the sighing grasses
over the graves of all that went before.

The snake listens with its belly, feeling the earth’s vibrations
as menace approaches. Feel with your belly what you fear
for the future.

Feel what it is you want to happen.

Feel for joy, for it is there
in the grass, in the air,
shimmering with expectation.

Choose it and work to make it happen.

Shafting sunlight through storm clouds
purple and gold and the running sea
and the grey sand and the light fading.

And we are together on the beach.