My awakening was a direct action from Source…”DO NOT forget to mainline the wildness that is here…it IS your lifeblood” came as if in words from the beyond. In that moment I knew again that it is precisely in those vivid and life driven experiences where all our senses come alive that we are injected with vibrancy.
Yes, I am an activist…I know with verdant certainty that we must all act for the world. AND I also know, now more than ever, that we must be cautious and wise about our consumption. If we, as seeds of hope, imbibe only in the turgid, lie-filled, war rampant, screen inoculated dull waters of the story that pervades our culture, we too are in danger of becoming that…. of growing twisted and fat on hate and greed. This will not change the events of the world and will likely make them worse.
Please remember that there is another story….the Story behind the story, where miracles happen a million fold in every single blessed second and we are one of them, as Ben Weaver reminds us in the poem printed below.
The imprint so firmly impressed into me from the fertile darkness of my own dreamlands was that I MUST not forget the revitalization available to me from the wild world. The world is not dead yet! To be amidst a pod of a thousand wild dolphins, explosions of breath being released on the glowing surface of azure waters in every direction, or to lean into the chest of a mare’s strong heaving body just in from a run in the open field with others thundering in, dust rising, or to open your ears and eyes and body to the cacophony of 300,000 Sand Hill Cranes moving restlessly on purpose in their migration north and be brought to tears, is to come alive!…undeniably!!
It is in these wondrous moments that we remember what it is to be alive and WHY we might choose to fight for our Earth and feel the pain of the dying, and work to wake up in time to be alive in the mysterious story of Life on Earth.
There is life out there my friends…it is moving and breathing and swimming and flying and vibrating and prowling and ripping and crawling and poised in extraordinary selfhood… gorgeously being a creature of this miraculous planet…being a wise elder….a citizen of the Divine Church of Aliveness.
Love Lives Here.
From this vantage point, I am inscribed with a devotion to remember to train my senses on the vibrancy of Life while cradling and nourishing my heart for action in readiness.
As I approach the completion of my 6th decade of life on this twirling extravagant genius of a blue-green life producing planet, I am inspired to “create and be an island of sanity in a ________” (thank you Meg Wheatley) in as many ways as I can.
For me this way is clear and innate and a flowing river running clean….”return to the masters of true vitality…sit that their feet…open your senses, take in the Earth’s beings, feel your body respond…be a more than 5 sense-ual human. Say yes.”
With this I am leaning into new horizons with my guiding work. Yes, I will still humbly guide you towards soul in all the ways this woman can, but I am also inviting you to come with me to bow before the wilder ones who know far better than I, how to do that…how to enliven you so that your body will ease-fully direct you most fully into your Self and your gold.
In February, a small group of us are headed to the Sea of Cortez, into the mouth of the Blue Triangle, in kayaks, to (God-dess willing) take in whales, dolphins, rays, turtles, more than 300 species of fish and so much more. For 5 nights we will camp on islands amidst turquoise waters, we will commune with the Holy intelligence underwater while snorkling, we will imbibe in silence, listen deeply, sit in council, and dream and pray for guidance forward, while experiencing actual islands of sanity.
Next summer, I am leaning towards bringing a group to S. Africa, to the land of our Origins…together to feed our souls by the privilege of being present to the Infinite in elephants, the fast disappearing rhinos, giraffe, lion, leopard, crocodiles and an infinite number of diverse individuals living Life on this planet with us still.
Consider feeding your hungry soul and join me… registration for Mind in the Waters in Baja needs to happen very soon as flights are nearly full already. The trip is confirmed. If you are exhausted, have lost hope, have forgotten why you are here, need an injection of sanity and magnificence …return and remember…YOU are among the millions of tiny miracles that are happening Now!!
You could rake leaves while the glaciers melt
and horses stand somewhere in a field
with the sound of wind blowing rain into their manes
you could go to a job you don’t love
and live in a house you don’t want
and sit in traffic and feel trapped watching
the eagles dive above the light posts and power lines
or you could stop raking and lay down in the dirt
with the leaves scattering around you
smelling like the coming snow
and the rattling ghosts of summer lightning
you could pick up a river and hold it to your eye
watch a turtle crawl through it
the light turbulent out of the sky beyond the bluffs.
Instead of serving these mad corporations and law makers
oblivious to the dew on the pigs hindquarters at morning
or the effort it takes ducks to find food after such a wet summer
you could sit round a fire next to the lake and
listen as the water carries voices from a canoe
out somewhere near the middle
back to your camp along the stony shore
and as the fire licks at the red pines
you could uncover a memory that
smells like moose hooves and orchids
wild rice hulls and trumpeter swans
and helps you to remember the millions
of invisible miracles which must occur within the sky
so that a blizzard can become a blizzard.
This memory is what the mad kings and architects
of the anthropomorphic rivers want you to forget
because if you do not remember the smell or feel of the land
then you will believe anything they tell you about it
including that it is just another body to exploit.
But if you remember the sound of waves
pulling back through the hair of beaches
or the ring of wind among icicles and sparrow caves
you have not forfeited all of your freedom and power
to the ruthlessness of modern convenience
and if you remember otters sliding across the lake at dusk
or a bear rushing back into the alder
then you also remember
that you are among the millions of tiny miracles within the sky
that allow a blizzard to become a blizzard
and if you can remember this
then you can speak sing and dream loud as thunder
for every quiet piece of land and water on this earth
because you have not forgotten
not the mad kings
are the one with power.