01 May A Letter from Nature in Challenging Times
I feel the need for a broader, deeper story to hold what is currently going on in the world. On March 18th there was an interesting article in the Guardian, Tip of the iceberg: is our destruction of nature responsible for Covid-19? The essence of the article was how the continued urbanisation of wild space, forcing wild creatures and a suffering ecosystem into ever-smaller areas, is increasing the risk of diseases such as Ebola, SARS and Corona virus. Especially if humans eat wild creatures such as bats and chimpanzees.
Though the article shied away from exploring an obvious remedy (i.e. a lower human population through the conscious decision to have smaller family sizes) it provoked a question in me. What if I was bold enough to attempt a translation of what nature is telling us? Not in a way that panders to a target audience, carefully phrased for minds with many filters. But to write directly from the soul, raw and gorgeous, bypassing the mind entirely, hopefully the reader’s too, if only for a moment. In other words, to let nature speak freely, like I would with a character in a novel. Below is what flowed through my fingertips as I sat outside, my company a pot of tea and all the glory of life in spring . . .
[As you read it, feel welcome to play the music at the bottom of the page. It’s the music I wrote this to – Spiegel im Spiegel, Mirror in the Mirror.]
I have many faces. Which one you see is up to you. To your ancient ancestors, along with a very few of you to this day, I am a woodland goddess, a bountiful lover without compare, a noble queen whose hand in marriage requires more than simply courage. To most humans at this point in time I am The Great, Great, Great Grandmother, the oldest woman, the one who gave birth to this world and my love can feel fierce. Rest assured that it is love, love as I know it. Always. My motives are balance, health and diversity. To me everything in its essence is energy and it moves to where it is needed. If one specie grows too large and does not slim down by choice then greater forces intervene. No malice. Just love for the health of the ever-evolving whole. Have you noticed how quickly I recover if you give me time and space to catch my breath? Have you noticed how quickly you recover?
My love will take whatever form is necessary to wake you from your sleep. I have tried whispering. Don’t try to save me. Be humble enough, be grounded enough to love me, to truly love yourself, to make a temple from your grief, and I will shine for you. I will show you such abundance that it will leave you breathless with awe. But if you stay in the storms of your fearful, doubting thoughts then I will gather them up and cast them back at you as a storm you will never forget. I am your mirror.
Your purpose is not to comprehend the infinite intricacy of my ways, but you are part of me, born to be co-creators. So create beauty in all that you do. It is the source of your joy. Have you forgotten that together we can create miracles? Is life itself, in all its dazzling forms, not miracle enough?
Now is the time of the initiations you never had – the rite of passage into true adulthood and elderhood. Why it has been delayed until now is a mystery to do with deepening that will become clear in time. Trust in that. Though your eyes may not see it, this is a time of celebration. Together we are giving birth to something golden. It is why the world is trembling.
Stretch. Breathe. Can you hear the birds singing or feel the wind and rain on your face? You are never alone. You are always in love. It is the essence of everything . . .
This piece is by Robert Luck
As a child, Robert Luck planned to spend his life in the crown of a tree. As an adult, he found himself employed in an investment bank. God knows how that happened. Yet, on a visit to Tibet, something magical stirred to life—an irrepressible urge to explore the great mysteries. He left the bank in Manhattan, returned to Britain, bought an old motorbike and rode eastwards on what has become a long voyage into the unknown. Exploits in places such as Iran, Uzbekistan, Pakistan, India and along the Andes, were only the surface of more thrilling adventures in subtler realms. Ultimately his journey has brought him back to the boy in the tree and the reality of magic on Earth.
Robert is part of our Peacing Together family and the author of the fantasy novel The House of Tusk, Book One in The Lanterns Trilogy.
A wild tale of awakening, The House of Tusk plunges to realms where lines blur and great truths can only be borne by great imagination . . . and the courage to explore it.
A 16-year-old schoolboy, Jake Burton, returns home for a funeral – an ordinary boy though powerful beyond belief, not only because he is human and what that really means, or because of the astounding legacy he is about to inherit in another world, but because of a far deeper and darker mystery reaching back 10,000 years.
This is a story of an abuse of power of monumental scale. The urgent need to atone for it leads to the formation of a highly unlikely triangle – one of friendship, passion, deep suspicion and betrayal, along with staggering potential. When great forces come crashing together, it will be these three individuals who will decide the fate of the entire cosmos. Whether they destroy it or preserve it will come down to one thing and one thing alone – their ability to trust, above all, themselves and each other.
The House of Tusk is Book One in the Lanterns Trilogy, both a perilous voyage through the inner-worlds and a rite of passage – understanding the origin of inherited fears and catching a glimpse of our deeper nature beyond them.