Grief: Ancient Rememberance

To begin to imagine the ceremony that took place in this temple space… 

The huge bustling communities coming from all round together in ritual, connected by a livelihood centred around devotion — deeply reveering something far greater than themselves. A connection to life and death, and all the cycles of existence in-between. 

This glimpse into this ancient vision gives me absolute goosebumps — it is awe inspiring to think.

But, I also find in myself, that there is a deep grief present.

A grief for all that has been lost and forgotten. A grief for all the ways and places that have not been protected.

A grief of the redundancy of the sacred, and the acknowledgment of the mass industrialisation that has robbed us of so much soul.

The threads of which are woven into a far greater collective grief — the recognition of the collective amnesia, greed and narcissism that we find ourselves in.

A greater grief that orbits around the earth mother, and the complete and utter disregard for the beauty and importance of our connection to the most sacred natural world — of our inextricable relationality, of our responsibility and of our kinship.

A grief recognising that the most sacred is being pillaged — entire ecosystems are in ruin. Entire species are facing extinction.

That the concrete jungle, and urban sprawl is very quickly encroaching and furthermore dissolving that of which we have left.

And that these sacred places too, have the capacity to just be a memory, a small fenced place you can go where you see what it used to be like — and it not being an encompassing life experience that we have unlimited and easy access to.

And in all that — there is an undeniable heaviness, a fear of what is to come, a fear of loosing what we have left.

A fear that we will not wake up in time.

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