The Amazon rainforest fires burnt 125,000 hectares. .
In Australia so far, 970,000 hectares have burned.
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I’m told the overseas footage focuses on Sydney. Well it’s way bigger than that!
Where I live, it’s rainforest that is burning.... a remnant of Gondwanaland that was saved from logging in the 70’s in the first ever forest saving protest in history. It’s the protest that paved the way for national parks in Australia. Now it’s on fire. .
I’ve been in an evacuation zone for several days now.... life goes on, what’s important gets clarified, you can’t actually take much with you.
Our relationship with the earth will change one way or the other... whether we can make it a conscious and awesome change is up for question! .
It’s not going to happen from the government/institutional side of things, but taking our power back and taking full responsibility for our part in the creation of this is where our power lies. There’s a shift in awareness happening and I hope it will keep spreading. .
We are nature.
We ARE nature.
We can’t keep denying this and looking to the authorities to make change for us, it’s up to each one of us to own it and shift what we are creating here. .
Love from a burning country ❤️
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The Rains Will Come
By Kien Hannah @barefootpoetic
I went to sleep feeling her rage and woke with the smoke. It clogs the sky, as emotion clogs my body. There is no sunrise today.
Just a slight hue change in the smoke on the horizon that tells me of Sun’s whereabouts. It’s pinker there, the rest smudged grey. The fires are raging more than ever. She is raging. She is scary to us, but despairing of us. When will we heed her warnings? Perhaps it’s already too late?
Animals and plants burning
Homes and humans gone. The destruction is huge, unsurmountable. And I sit beside a huge body of water. Ocean.She is also Mother. But, the land is on fire.
Mother is water, fire too
and fire is the message we need to hear now. Truth spoken raw and scorching. It clearsthe debris, scars and blackens trees until all that is left is clarified Truth. The stark Truth of reality,physical in its honesty, confronting in its physicality.This is reality. The harshness of her message mirroring the harshness of reality. We fucked up and she is fixing it.
I don’t know if it’s already too late. To stop the destructive force of her fire’s path
would stop Truth perhaps?
That can’t happen until we listen and heed her. Will we
listen? The sun is a glowing red orb in the grey smoke. He doesn’t even shine.
Her rage wiped across his face, smudging,covering it. We don’t feel his warmth in these times. But he is there, as always, striking a path, unwavering, over us. The Sun will endure, even if we don’t. I feel her in me, dry and cracked. I can’t cry. She can’t cry. Inside: fire. Tears: smoke. I feel the longing that the parched soil feels for Her tears to fall. To water the desiccated lands, so they are moist and rich once again. The ocean is before me, yet I can’t wade in and wet my skin. Her fiery pull is too strong, she keeps me planted here, putting down roots deeper and deeper, searching for the moisture that I need, that everything needs, and not finding it. We need rain. Oh, Mother! We need your tears, to fall on this parched land, put out the fires, but I understand you need Truth to continue to burn. I feel it burning inside me, drying me out, water nearby, but I can’t drink,
