Archive for December, 2009

The year is fast coming to an end. Well, time never really ends does it?

Perhaps we need to challenge a linear, progressive sense of time, and remember when all was aligned with the seasons and rhythms of nature. A time when the circle or spiral was the dominant form of existence, when we weren’t dominated by tick-tock time, and things, events and people, cycled through space and time, in increasing levels of maturity, richness and creativity.

But this is the last post for 2009, so some things do come to an end!

In 2010 imaginal will commence a series of nature-inspired events and workshops, with local and international teachers, inspired by the themes of nature~circle~soul. More to be announed early next year.


Below you will find a collection of small pieces from me (unreferenced) and other inspiring people. Bite-sized easy to read pieces for the holidays! Trust you enjoy them.

Only people who don’t honour the ancestors say there is no past. Only people who don’t have dreams say there is no future. The past becomes the future with the uniqueness of now.

We Moderns long ago traded our ability to live squarely on the earth for the coddled comfort of the uninitiated.

An angel told me the only way to walk through fire without getting burned is to become fire. (Drew Dellinger)

Can we re-awaken the old, non-dualistic animism that has been dormat for so long? And recover our own lost indigenous soul, calling us back to life? How do we re-member ourselves? How do we remember what we have forgotten?

The spiritual rememberance is hiding somewhere inside all people, waiting like a bunch of patient red-eyed desert frogs dug deep into the earth in an endless drought, waiting for the storm of spiritual beauty whose moisture causes them to “re-member” the intactness of their loud magical voices back into life after digging out of the dusty humus of these untethered times. That takes a lot of work, courage, study, love, and a willingness to fail. (Martin Prechtel)

The voice of the natural human soul in relating to the world and other people cannot be abbreviated or made efficient. (Martin Prechtel)

Mythic imagination is a primordial resource of the human heart that combines heart-felt intelligence with a reverence for life in its myriad forms. When times become tragic and dark with uncertainty, what is missing is the touch of eternity and a mythic sense of being woven within the ongoing story of the world. (Michael Meade)

Our senses are meant to perceive the world. They developed with and from the world, not in isolation. Using them is the act that opens the door that is in Nature. (Stephen Buhner)

The only war that matters is the war against the imagination. (Diane DiPrima.)

How do we hear the words calling us back to life? How do we re-member ourselves? How do we remember what we have forgotten?

Why is it that we have beautiful metaphors for our heart (of joy, of love, of compassion), but the metaphors for the brain tend to be mechanical (super-computer, electronic signals)? Can I love you, taste you, with my brain?

Don’t want too much, the voices warned. No. Want. Want life. Want this fragile oasis to flourish. Want fertility, want seasons, want this spectacular array of creatures, this brilliant balance of need. Want it. Want it all. Desire. Welcome her raging power. May her strength course through us. Desire, she is life. Desire life. Allow ourselves to desire life, to want this sweetness so passionately, that we live for it. (Ellen Bass)

My experience has always been if you love something or someone passionately enough you will amplify your heart, eschew ancestral biases, open your mind, train your hands and go to any extent to learn the language of what you love, to comprehend and be comprehended, in order to converse with the Divine in the thing you love. (Martin Prechtel)

How do we fall in love, make love, with the world? We need to see the erotic impulse at the very heart of the earth, at our existence. Gravty, for example, is not only a force that keeps us on earth, but is also the erotic impuse at the heart of the universe, the energetic attraction between heavenly bodies, including us, that keeps everything in right relation.

We’re trashing the planet, we’re trashing each other, and we’re not even having fun. (Annie Leonard).

Be part of a bigger story. Everyone wants to be the author of their own lives, no one wants to be relegated to a part in a bigger story; everyone wants to give their opinion, no one wants to listen. It’s enchanting, it’s liberating, but ultimately it’s disempowering because you need a collective, not individual, narrative to achieve change. (Adam Curtis)

Climate change is not about carbon, any more than deforestation is about trees or the emptying of the oceans is about fish. Climate change is about a species that is out of touch with the reality of our planet. A species that has failed to find a home on Gaia. A species that, for all of its intelligence, seems particularly dumb.

The magician’s task is to make sure that we humans always return something to the land so that there is a two-way flow, that the boundary between us — the human culture and the rest of nature — stays a porous boundary. (David Abram)

We’re made of plants … mostly.

Compassion means attending to all the aspects of our experience and consciously allowing each to unfold. Can we be compassionate to others? Ourselves?

Most people think listening to nature is a metaphor, which is why we’re in the mess where in.

Personal consciousness change (or enlightenment) is not sufficient to change the world.

We suffer from what can be called “premature evaluation” – the more rapidly we tag something, name it, categorise it, and try to understand it, the more quickly we short-change the deep transformation taking place. (Villoldo)

    We live in a world under threat. Almost everybody will agree with that. Our world is beset by crises unimaginable. What is the biggest threat to the world today? Many say climate change, some say population. Others will talk of injustice, water, soil. And these are all enormous problems, and probably beyond the scope of modern politics to solve.

    One major threat to our world, often not spoken about, is the war against the imagination, against dreaming, against the body and the senses, and against the emotions. The tools of this war are literalism, materialism, rationalism, concepts, abstractions, and the complete denial of what cannot be seen or measured.

    Most non-Western peoples espoused an animistic perspective, believing that the whole of nature is, in the words of Thomas Berry, “a communion of subjects rather than a collection of objects”. Holistic scientist Stephan Harding says that for these peoples, “nature is truly alive, and every entity within it is endowed with agency, intelligence, and wisdom.” For traditional peoples, rocks are considered the elders of the Earth. There are tree people, and sky gods, in fact the gods were everywhere. And forests are living entities. All this wisdom, just outside the front door! Go and have a deep look, and feel inside if something out there looks back.

    But in the west we adopt a literalist view of things, making a distinction between matter and spirit, body and soul. We don’t believe that the things of the world can project upon us their ideas and demands. We don’t believe that phenomenon has the capacity to come alive and deeply inform us. We don’t believe that the world has a soul. We fail to participate in the world, and we become an orphan culture, never truly feeling at home. Reweaving our culture with deeper stories and a poetic understanding will help us come home.

    In ancient worldviews our daily world of time and space was seen as a limited manifestation of the World behind the World, in the words of mythologist Michael Meade. The world behind everyday experience was considered the Real behind the real. Things in this world arose from the world of abundance, the eternal realm behind everything found in reality.

    Can we reawaken the old, non-dualistic animism that has been dormant for so long? And recover our own lost indigenous soul, calling us back to life? How do we re-member ourselves? How do we remember what we have forgotten?