THE EARTH & THE SKY

Once upon a time and space, there lived a Queen and a King who loved and respected each other so much that they were one. The only veil of sadness in their life was the fact they couldn’t have children.

One day, an evil and powerful Wizard who was madly in love with the Queen told her that if she leaves the King, he will grant her wish of becoming a mother. The Queen refused and told the Wizard that nothing can make her separate from her King. The Wizard got so blinded with jealousy and rage that he cast a spell on them to separate them forever: he turned the Queen into Earth and the King into the Universe.

Time passed, and the Queen Earth and the King Universe tried to find ways of breaking the spell so they can be together again, but nothing worked. So, they decided to find ways of connecting to one another instead. The King created the Sun so that his Queen can still feel his love; the clouds and rain so she can receive his kisses, and the Moon and the stars to fill her nights with magic. The Queen, in turn, created Nature, who flowed with the rhythms of the Sun and the Moon and reflected her beauty in all its forms: flowing waters, plants and living beings of all shapes, sizes, and colours. The Queen was happy, for she was a Mother, at last, and all her children loved and respected her.

After a while, the Queen decided to create humans so that, they too, can be a part of Nature’s expression. But the evil Wizard found out about this. And, while the Queen was resting one day, he hid a small piece of darkness inside the humans; so hidden that they would not even be able to see it in themselves, only in others. When humans were born, they slowly learned how to live their life with their nature siblings as their teachers. All was well for a while until the darkness inside some of the humans started to grow. They became afraid of it and started to hurt each other. Then, slowly, they began to destroy their nature siblings as well. The Queen was heartbroken to see all her children like this, so she asked her King to help them.

The Stars heard the Queen’s plea and decided to help their Earthly siblings. From up there in the sky, they saw that the darkness was causing a lot of separation and hate. But the stars could not understand what it was like to be human, so they didn’t know how they could help. The King told the stars that they would have to be born as Earthy beings, either human or nature. They would have to forget who they were and live many lifetimes so that they can understand the darkness and learn how to change it into light. He assured them that they would never be alone on their journey, and they can ask for help and guidance from him and the Queen.

And so, some of the stars began their Earth journey and became humans. Many lifetimes passed until they began to see through the veil of illusion that the darkness was casting. They discovered that the only way to fight the darkness was to learn how to love truly. This was the same love that the Queen and King shared, because a piece of it was placed inside the humans before they were born. But just like with their hidden darkness, the humans were not aware that this love was hidden inside them either.

Once the human stars learnt how to love truly, the darkness got smaller and smaller, and they started to remember who they were. So, they began to teach their Earthly siblings how to do that too. Many say that when all the humans will learn how to love truly, the Queen and King’s curse will finally break, and they will be together again as one. And then, everyone on Earth and in the Sky will live forever in peace and love…

ILLUSIONS OF CHANGE

Yesterday I wanted to save the planet,
Today I think it’s us humans who need saving.
Trapped in the illusion of our grandeur and our values,
It’s easy to forget that Earth has been long-standing.
Humanity evolved in time through learning,
And inspiration came from all the shapes and sounds around us.
Our earthly teachers taught us how to live and how to build,
But we were open then, and we could hear their guidance.
Nature has done its thing and thrived, without our intervention.
How could I be so vain and think that I’m its salvation?
Some say we are connected, and that we need each other,
My truth: nature can live without us, but we would die without it.
It makes me sad to see how much it gives us, not asking a lot back,
Except that we respect it, but we’re too self-absorbed for that.
Stuck in the land of old habits, how can we find some meaning?
Maybe by looking at our issues as wounds that need healing?
What if things are not changing because we’re pointing fingers?
Because we focus on the problems, and not on ways of solving.
I felt a lack of power when I looked up to our leaders,
Demanding justice for the planet in a childish demeanour.
Though I might feel small, I’m also clever and I’m strong,
I think the giants have grown tall because we fed them,
Consuming with our pain and void, and not with our soul.
I’m hanging on to the belief that in my hands I hold the power,
To make them shrink the moment I’m awake or when I’m whole.
Bucky’s wise words invite us all to hope and dream.
He said: create new, better ways, then watch the old ways fall.
So, how will I choose to live my life while I am here?
Will I stay small and scream, and hope someone will hear?
Or will I choose to dream and find in me the power,
To heal me, and maybe help another feel empowered?
I choose the latter, and won’t rest until I find a way,
To play my part, even if small; to build another step.
We’re all in this together, trying our best to stay alive,
But I dream of a world where we’re all whole; maybe even thrive.


THERE’S A BIRD KNOCKING ON MY WINDOW

There’s a bird knocking on my window.

“Come on, come out” she said to me,

You’ve been in for too long, you’re feeling blue.

Your mind is restless, and so are you.

Your thoughts cut like a sword

But you don’t have a clue.

These walls can give you shelter,

But not from the real you.

Your soul is tired and wants to fly,

Come see the magic that surrounds you.”


It’s raining and it’s muddy, but nature’s always joyful.

The birdsongs concert soothes and heals,

All hearts that want to listen.

A squirrel enjoys her dug-up meals

While watching me intently.

Green tiny buds pop from the ground,

I’m careful not to squash them.

I see pure joy of puddles on tiny human faces

It shows me fun is just a mindset.

The rain and wind caress my face,

And make me feel alive.

I wonder how someone can sleep

And not see nature thrive.


There was a bird knocking on my window.

Thank you, dear friend,

I feel I’m me again.

NOT EVERYONE CAN TALK TO TREES

There once was a girl with long green hair. She liked to travel, sometimes by foot, and sometimes with her heart and mind. In her journeys, she connected to her inner world and wise beings who shared their knowledge with her; this helped her to discover herself. This story is about one of those journeys.

She loved trees. One of her best friends was a tall maple tree from the forest close to her house. They first met when the girl was little, one day when she was picking up mushrooms in the forest with her mum. She was chasing a squirrel and got lost; the tree kept her company with one of his magical stories until her mum found her. Since then, their friendship grew stronger every day.

The tree was a great storyteller; the girl used to listen to his stories with such delight that sometimes she didn’t want to go home. She dreamed of being a tree and spending the rest of her life in the forest with her friend because it was there that she felt most free and alive.

“I don’t like being a human,” said the girl to the tree one day as she was lying in the grass, admiring his beautiful tall branches. “I wish I was a tree just like you.”

“Do you? What do you think it’s so great about being a tree?”

“Well, you get to spend all your time in this beautiful and peaceful place. You can just be you, and no one is trying to change you into something that you are not. Nothing can hurt you here.”

“Yes, I get to live in this beautiful place, but it doesn’t mean that nothing can hurt me. There are many things that you don’t know yet, my dear. What I want you to know right now, is that you are more like me than you think.”

“Really?” screamed the girl happily.

“Yes” chuckled the tree. “A long time ago, I was a young sapling starting its journey through life like you are now. My trunk was more like a twig at that time, and my roots were very thin and fragile. There were many times when I thought I might not make it, especially when storms came about. But I learned to see them for what they truly were: they might cause destruction, but they also bring growth. The water from the rain helped my roots become stronger; my trunk became solid in time, and my branches grew taller. The wind carried my seeds for miles and miles away, and it’s like this that other trees can grow, in places they didn’t think was possible.”

The girl looked lost in her thoughts. “I can’t imagine you ever being a fragile sapling.”

“I was such a long time ago, that it almost feels like a dream.”

“So, how is that connected with me being like you?”

“Well, throughout your life, there might be times when you’ll have to deal with storms too, and those moments can feel overwhelming. You might feel angry or sad when that happens, but don’t let the storms break you or define you. Just like me, hang in there and pick yourself up when you are ready, again and again. Find out what you can learn from them and move forward. Once you learn to weather the storms, you will begin to stand tall, to be proud of what you have overcome and who you have become. Remember that the only thing you can control in life is how you react to things.”

“That sound a bit scary but feels nice at the same time,” said the girl smiling and she gave the tree a hug.

“That’s good.”

Years went by, and the girl grew up. One day after saying goodbye to her friend, she moved to another world, far away. The storms came and went in the girl’s life; the tree’s words stayed with her and gave her strength to go on every time. The girl became stronger and discovered herself through the storms, just as her friend told her. Quite a few more years have passed, and one day her maple tree friend came to her mind a lot; so, she decided to go back home and visit him, to thank him for the advice that helped her weather the storms.

When she got to the forest, all she could find left of him were his roots and a big chunk of his lower trunk. The girl felt that her heart broke into a million pieces. She fell to the ground and started crying while resting her head on the tree stump. As she traced the rings of the tree stump with her fingers, she wondered how humans could be so cruel. She then realised that not all people could still talk to trees because they forgot how to speak the heart’s language. If only they knew that if they silenced their minds and opened their hearts, they might be able to remember again and find the guidance that they seek, in nature.


Painting by me, July 2019

(Tree photo taken by me @ Shropshire 2015)