Author: alisha
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Wait.
This season of Epiphany has invited us to move in quiet spaces, to open ourselves up to the Voice of God that is within and all around us, and to hear the very real wisdom of our own bodies. And Isaiah 40:21-31 continues to expand our minds to what entering into this season of Epiphany…
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Unfollowing Fundamentalism
When I moved to Australia, I was given the opportunity to start fresh again. To wipe the slate clean of the old ties I had to my evangelical world and to meet people who were more in line with my politics, my spirituality and my passions. And so began the massive (literal) witch hunt to…
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If there is no heaven
If there is no heavenI will be at peace by gazing up at the galaxy long enough so that the stars might remind my matter that it’s made of its dust. If there is no heaven, All will be well if mountains masked by low-hanging cloudscontinue to remind me of truths hidden and spoken out…
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Turn Around
How many timeshave you turned aroundlooked backseen the magnificentin the microscopicheard the music accompanied with every momentmagnified into the sensational serendipityof the seemingly simple? Have you wonderedwhen you walked on waterwhen birds showed off their strut or their streamline precisionwhen nests reminded you of your own need to rest?Have you stoppedto fall on your kneesbowed…
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The Goddess’s Prayer
Mama, infuser of Heaven on EarthHallowed by your Arms of Wonder and Warmth.May this Home be our Home,as we open to the Sacredness in its Simplicity. Give us nourishment to live into this reality.Help us let go of the toxicity separating ourselves from othersfrom our own selves.A toxicity that eludes us from this reality.Lead us…
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Fear of Flying
My biggest fear is not being heardfluttering aroundbuilding nests with twigs I found from this ground Myselfsinging loudlysinging proudlylike the birds we take for grantedpart of the furniture of this worldwe barely notice anymorethe miracle, the magic, the musicof flying. I lied: my biggest fear is flyingSoaring through the skyshining like silk shimmering in the…
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Stand Tall
We have become a travelling peopleLetting our curiosity curate over centuries of consuming culture and clan and the colonising of what we cannot understandTaking anything we can monetise and raping the Land. Stand herewith us awhile. Stand talldo not let our ancestors take the fall for what we can still fixas mixed peopleas Caucasians combined…
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Tell me the story
Every nightI listened to the twists and turns of words wound with wonderstories that snuck in before the sleepingenlivening my dreamingwith kingdoms, castles and crystallised candy But now that I’m wiserI read actual articles articulating artefactsof automobile atrocitiesof fact and forecastsinformation that never lastsnever remembered Unlike the land of miracles and magicof my grandmother who…