When is the last time you gave yourself a digital detox? I had a go last weekend and learned a couple of things. First, that it’s hard: devices are addictive and there’s always something requiring my attention. Second – and this is the important part – disconnecting from digital devices is only half the story.
We disconnect from the digital so that we can reconnect with the real: our own bodies, our loved ones, the physical world around us. This is where the gold lies and it is my view that our collective healing starts with prioritising the real over the synthetic. Even though World Council for Health is an international organisation, we prioritise being together in person as much as we can. Today, I leave for our exciting Better Way Conference in Vienna, Austria and I am so looking forward to seeing my wonderful colleagues, meeting new people and learning new things. When I’m not at an event or travelling, I always come into the office to be with the people I work with, because nothing matches the spirit of togetherness that comes from sharing the same space.
I was particularly delighted that my next Tess Talks interviewee was able to come to the office in person for our conversation. Professor Robyn Cosford lives in Australia but she happened to be in the UK; after many months of being in touch online, it was just wonderful to be able to give her a hug and breathe the same air for a couple of hours. Robyn is a medical doctor, professor of nutrition and environmental medicine, naturopath and a deeply wise woman and I am so excited to share our conversation with you all this Sunday.
Robyn spoke about the extent to which the artificial is replacing the real in our lives. We spend a lot of time in artificial light, breathing conditioned air, eating processed food and absorbing digital data. The result is that we become increasingly isolated. I think many of you will already be au fait with this. But what she said next really struck me: she explained that once we are isolated, we become incapable of reading any signals – whether from our own bodies or from other people.
Have you found this? It rings true to me. So much of the information we glean from our world is unspoken: nature’s internet, as it were. Our bodies are constantly communicating with us, telling us what they like or don’t like, what needs our attention and what doesn’t – but how often do we listen? I think the same is true for our wider environment: we are part of nature and nature is always whispering in our ear, one way or the other.
It was just such a whisper I heard, when I took my shoes off a few weeks ago and spent some quiet time in the garden. The Earth, through its proud but forlorn trees and fields whispered to me as a light breeze rustled the nearby leaves on that sunny afternoon:
We are a scruffy contingent now
Cropped and regimented by a lost tribe
But we are the Heart of men
And Together we shall Rise.
The message flowed into me without effort, and so I remembered it and wrote it down.
When I was next in the office and told my colleagues of the Earth’s words, they kindly suggested publishing them on the back of our 7 Principles flyer. There seems to be no coincidence that the word Earth is an anagram of Heart.
Robyn gave some wonderful ideas about how we can rediscover that connection with ourselves and each other. One I particularly loved was simply to move. I personally spend a lot of time either sitting or standing at my desk and I need to move my body regularly just to feel well.
It is somewhat challenging to write about such matters without it sounding like a trite list of well-being tips. I feel strongly that our power and sovereignty lie in making the effort to remain connected to ourselves, our communities and with nature.
The artificial, digital world can be taken from us at the drop of a hat but no one can dictate how you breathe, feel, see, think, hear, taste and connect with the physical world around you. Not unless we hand that power over.
This is why we must exercise our freedom and ability to be physical, multidimensional flesh-and-blood creatures with private lives unplumbed by data-harvesting technocrats.
For a conversation about the need and joy of being real people in the real world, do tune into this Sunday’s Tess Talks with Professor Robyn Cosford. In the meantime, I warmly invite you to get off this Substack and feel the air in your lungs and the blood in your veins, and experience the full, multifaceted wonderment of having a physical body.
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About 3 this morning I stood bare-foot in my garden, feeling the dew-covered grass under my feet, and looked up at the majesty of the Moon, Venus, the stars and galaxies. I recommend it to all. Or go do it bare-footed on a beach in damp sand and feel the waves ripple over your toes and around your ankles. Srunch your toes in the grass or in the sand. If brave, do it naked. It makes you feel at one with Creation.
If you can't do either of above then give any trees you pass a "Hello" and ask them how their day is? Ask them what they have seen today or during their lives? Or what they think of the crazy going on with the masks, the jabs and, um, the frightened crazies. Pat a tree. Place your hands on a tree trunk for a few minutes and feel the energy. Make eye contact with anyone who gives you a crazy look and tell them that you knew the tree in a previous life. Say thank-you everytime you pick blackberries from a bush. I have been saying "Thank you" quite a lot in recent weeks.
The more the plandemic goes on the more I find myself wrapping myself in the spiritual blanket of the Universe, of trying to raise my vibration and understanding that there are greater energies or powers that the likes of the TWO Gates (We must never forget that BOTH of them were laughing about Humanity not being able to ignore the next pandemic.), the Soros lot and all the others cannot begin to understand that there are powers greater than them who see all and know everything. I know whom I would rather have my back. It is not the bloke with the bad jumpers.
/ end of crazy rant by a Welshman (Did I mention the naked bit?)
This article resonates so much with me. My husband and I reside in Perth, Western Australia and have borne the full force of restrictions and recriminations as we are categorised as Level 1 Critical Healthcare Workers.
We are currently on long leave in the remote Australian Outback, Northern Territory, and immersed in this vast, natural, powerful healing environment for 2.5 months. I express my gratitude for every tree trunk I touch, all the colourful rocks holding the warmth of the sun, for the vibrations of the earth under my feet, for the shooting stars lighting our hearts in the blackest of nights, for the silvery moonlight blanketing the landscape with love, promise and hope . . .
We are being slowly and deeply healed. Our scruffiness is being silver-plated by every full moon; green shoots are sprouting where we’d been cropped; instead of being regimented and controlled, we are talking freely to folk along the way where our paths cross; our sense of loss has been replaced by a magnetic, compelling connection to this great earth. She holds us steadily and we are not alone: our vibe attracts our tribe.
Tess, Please keep writing and getting this message out. It is needed to break the mass psychosis currently keeping so many blind to true beauty and deaf to the sound of real truth. Your gentle heart message blended together with the universe’s incredible and unfailing energy emit a powerful vibration which will attract many hearts of men to rise and actually become once again the powerful force of light and love within them.