The world is on fire again
and I will dance and sing.
I cannot travel
to mend hearts and bodies
but I can dance and sing.
The world is hurting
so I will hug my trees.
There are bones of rock
older than our griefs
that have held our world.
They have long listening
so I will dance and sing.
Being here in the space of this moment, heart and breath the markers of this time, I find a living presence, an inward and outward peace connecting me to myself and to this vibrant world. Under the dark trees are tongues of green still curled at the tips, smooth to slide the rain down, catching light like promises.
Jane’s writing links a love of this planet, its rocks and oceans, trees and bees, with experience of the intimacy and wildness of God, of Goddess, of Spirit. It is a way of growing closer to the things she writes about. It is a way of growing in love and in awareness of the Oneness linking us all. Her practice includes singing to the earth and the trees, and writing Praying for the Planet emails.
Her journey has included living in community at the Findhorn Foundation, celebrating Jewish festivals with her family and hosting a church in her home. Her writing bridges Christian and Holistic spirituality. She is particularly interested in the divine feminine, and in the fullness of Gaia.
She has qualifications in biology, geology and theology as well as counselling, education and pastoral studies. She has been a teacher, youth worker and senior manager working with young people, the unemployed, and people with a mental health or substance abuse problem. She home schooled her daughters when they were young.
Jane is a spiritual companion, she was a commissioned minister in a local church and is part of the core team of CANA (Christians Awakening to New Awareness) as well as WW-V (WholeWorld-View). She is a member of the Bus Pass to Broadway dance company and loves Cole Porter, orchids, colour and dragons. She lives on the Western edge of London with her husband Bill and her dogs Bella and Rosie.
The garden has come alive in the sun and welcomes us in like honoured guests. It bathes us in green, it greets us with carpets of daisies and joyful shouts of buttercups. It soothes us with birdsong and the breath of a breeze. It knows how to spin beauty out of its myriad forms and fancies, changing each day with the seasons and the weather. It conspires with the sun to offer us an Eden that tranches the entanglements of the world so that time stops and all is good, all is delight, all is honeyed. The garden is a door to another place.
Hallo morning sunshine, hallo mellow peace of a Sunday garden. Welcome warm breeze, welcome singing birds. I have found a spot to sit in the sun so I can draw it into my system, let it ooze through my clothes and my skin to my bones. It has been a while. The sun seems gentler here than out on the street, here it is surrounded by green, filtered through air that is the living breath of leaves. It is hard to stay tense, all tightness drains away in the soft sun.