Mindfulness of Nature

Rising into a Happy New Year!

Dear friends,

A brief post to wish you all a very happy 2020!

Of course, every moment is an opportunity for a new beginning. However, there’s something rather magical about the entire globe coming together on the 1st January every year to begin again isn’t there?

I hope 2020 is a year of togetherness, peace, belonging, joy and connection for all. I hope it’s a year where we can continue to plant and nurture seeds which begin to heal division and support connection – within ourselves, between us and in relationship with the natural world we’re all part of.

During the Winter Solstice campfire event I led in Cambridge before Christmas, I shared this poem by Maya Angelou which feels an inspiring way to begin 2020 together, in touch with the precious human wonder within us all that we call “hope”.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

May we “rise into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear” at we enter 2020 together,

Claire x

5 thoughts on “Rising into a Happy New Year!

  1. David S

    That Mary Angelou poem was put into song by Peyton & it’s called ‘I’ll Rise’! Bit of a cheesy version, but I liked it when it came out in 2005 haha!

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