Gaia's hum

I sit in reverence for life, its awesome capacity, its limitless being.. I am humbled by its absolute magnificence – its majesty, its magic.

I know too, that I am held in the whisper of the winds as they dust the earth’s sands, that I am washed in the ocean of that which is whole and real and raw, opaque drops of water, coarse salt, and in the muffled explosions of buds blossoming into beauty.

I am awed, undone, in the face of Creation.

And my tears whisper of such wretched wonder that I am stretched past my comfort-limitations, opened now to truth’s tender tone, and am lifted by the unsung song of my Being, which has just found the voice to shape and share its rhythm.

I am sung.

Here, within, I remember, that the shifting thirsting sands of the deserts are held within us, our choices creating the shimmer of their rise or fall..that the oceans roll with laughter within our very Beings, in the tides of our breath and the tumultuous depths of what we feel.

And I remember ancient silken words, shades of emotion and the sheerness of our knowledge, knowledge that we hold so much in our hands, and so much more, in our hearts. The fluttering of knowledge that we are Creators, more powerful than we ever want to give light to for fear of the incredible responsibility that we hold hands with, make love with, guide into being.

And, shifting on my inner sands, I cannot help but call out. Never before has clarity held such purity of reflection and I am aghast to find that the sound of the call is laughter, bold and enduring…

I am dizzied by the delight of simply Being, and I claim my birthright, wholly and deeply. I claim the ultimate life of my creation, all the beauty I had denied myself, and not recognised in myself, nor in any of my kaleidoscope selves.

I claim love in all its perfect expressions, the fruition of my own fullness of self, joy… the abundance of a limitless universe, in all the facets of understanding and living.

I feel the ripple of fur over sinew, the swish of elephant ears, my piercing beak… I claim my hooves, my fins, my talons… I exalt in my scales… agelessly, I breathe the hues and caress the currents of the deep fathoms of blue.

….I am….

I claim my own vision, my place, my contribution to the world.I claim my life, my valleys, mountains, my rivers… my wilderness, my forests, my cliff-edges, my surrender… my cycles..

Wordlessly, again and again, I am sung.

And my laughter bubbles from the time-forgotten pool of gratitude, for the shape of all my eyes, the hammering of all my hearts, the gasp and sigh of all my aspects in Gaia’s hum.

Gaia's hum


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