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Peaches In The Darling Sun

War And The Horrible Beautiful

The horrible beautiful: it is the ache our soul knows and understands as our connected truth.

What could be beautiful about war, you might ask? I ask the same question myself, every single day. It is beyond painful what is occurring in the world at this time, and so many of us would do just about anything to take the pain away from our beautiful Ukrainian friends.

Ah. You saw it there, didn’t you. The beautiful part? You saw it right there in the love.

And that is what I mean about war, how it’s both beautiful and horrible at the same time. War opens hearts by breaking them. It shows us just how important we are to each other, and it shows us just how deep our human connection goes. We grow more beautiful as a collective in times of pain.

I know few would ever ever choose war.

I would never ever choose war.

But I absolutely choose the togetherness. The signs I’ve seen all over the world declaring:

‘Ukraine, we are with you.’

My goodness, I choose that kind of beautiful.

My goodness, I choose that for humanity.

Shine on, beautiful humanity.

We are with you, darling Ukraine.

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Life

Carols

It’s tradition.

And though the tradition has changed, it’s still just as beautiful to me.

I am no longer a child.

I am no longer innocent and stainless.

But there is a beating heart within me that remembers.

Merry Christmas, my beautiful bloggy friends.

From my soul to yours, Merry Christmas.

And a happy new year.

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Life

Together

I have known a life and more.

I have tasted shame,

I have found my way

on the dark and dreary road.

I am you,

and you are me.

Together,

we are human.

Together we are home.

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Life

It’s Love

Perhaps I am here to write. But at the core of that, at the core of my words, at the core of my message…I’m here to love. I always have been, and it’s more clear to me now that I’m allowing my love to be seen.

I can’t help but feel great waves of empathy, particularly for those who are struggling in life. Those who are scared. Those who are being unfairly treated, by those who don’t even recognise the wrongs they perpetuate (as a result of their own messy humanity.)

It’s all a bit of a mess.

It’s all a bit of a mess.

So maybe I shouldn’t waffle at you about love.

Maybe I should be writing something of substance: something about the politics of what’s going on with the floods in eastern Australia, maybe, and how they’d want me to say it’s got nothing to do with the way we treat the planet (when, actually, I believe that Mother Nature was the very first woman who learned to powerfully speak her truth.)

But I’m not going to talk about natural disasters, or about who believes what.

I’m going to talk about love, and how I feel it, and how I feel for everything and everyone, and wish that more humans did.

Because underneath every natural disaster, lives love. The rescuer rowing a family to safety while their own home—a home they have loved and cared for with everything they have—drowns behind them.

That’s love.

That’s not politics.

It’s not who made the wrong choice about dam management and should be fired because of it.

It’s not who is right and who is wrong about the effects of climate change on a struggling earth.

It’s love. It’s always been love.

Beneath it all.

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Life

Unconditionally

Bloggy friends?

If ever there comes a time

where you think you have no one,

please remember

that is entirely untrue.

If you feel alone,

If you need more love

more connection

more safety

than you have?

I’m here.

You have me.

I just wanted to say that.

xx