The highlight of my weekend was our community gathering co-facilitated with Kelly Noble to honor our pain and love for the world at Trinidad State Beach and to cultivate our resiliency and wholeness.
After arriving and grounding, we each poured water from our local watershed into a bowl, then picked up a rock as we expressed our truth, what was alive in us as we confront the difficult things happening in our world. We then carried the bowl down to the waves rolling in to shore, giving it back to mother earth in gratitude for holding it all and releasing some of the weight of our grief.
How nourishing to witness and be witnessed in our difficult (and joyful) emotions in circle and ritual, cultivating earth community, and sharing ways of taking care of ourselves and engaging in empowering action.
It is not easy to absorb the enormity of the crises we face, and yet we know it is not meant to be borne alone, but in community. Grief is the other side of love. We are in a collective initiatory moment. How can we show up, feel all of it, including the difficult emotions, while moving forward in wholeness?
“I feel honored to be able to hold space for the difficult feelings that come up around the changes in our world, and what our collective future looks like. I’m humbled by the level of compassion and openness that our attendees shared with one another,” says co-facilitator Kelly Noble.
We will hold these gatherings regularly now, the FIRST SUNDAY of each month, 10am at Trinidad State Beach. The next Ecogrief Healing Circle: Honoring Our Pain and Resiliency, is Sunday, October 6.
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Just some reflections along the Klamath River on grief and the moment we are in. Feeling into what my role is and what Wild Nature Heart’s role is. I often go to the rivers when I need to move energy.
Pain, grief, and other sometimes difficult emotions are part of the Earth’s feedback mechanism. And Grief was always held in community. We feel it all because we aren’t separate. And we must also allow ourselves to feel the pain, in order to be present with what is really happening, and so we may repair our broken belonging.
I’m being called to help hold space for this process.
If you’re in Humboldt County, Join our circle Honoring Our Pain & Resiliency in the Era of Climate Crisis on Sunday, Sept 15, 10am, at Trinidad Beach.
This is a FREE, non-religious, simple earth-based gathering and everyone is welcome. Together we will do an opening circle, share a moment of silence, and an opportunity to share our grief, gratitude, and other emotions. Attendees may expect poetry, movement, a truth mandala, and singing.
Facilitated by Ryan Van Lenning and Kelly Noble, LMFT.
We are in a collective initiatory moment—May our hearts crack open and tears fall as rain. May the dams of our suppressed emotions bust open, so we may rejoin our true belonging with the more-than-human world. We grieve because we love. You can feel the movement. It is time now.
We’re excited to announce the FREE Wild Nature Heart Challenge! In this self-paced mini-adventure, you will engage in earth-rooted activities and poetry that help you reconnect, feel alive, have fun, engage your senses, be inspired, practice presence, reground, and reconnect to your rhythm and the rhythms of nature.
This can be done daily over the course of a week or seven days of your choosing.
The intention is to encourage you to develop and/or deepen a personal practice to reconnect with your most authentic self and wild nature.
This is the bite-size version of the Wild Nature Heart SEASONAL CHALLENGE, the first of which which begins on the Fall Equinox, and is a deeper dive into reconnection. Drop of us a line if you want to be put on the interest list for that one.
FACILITATING THE THRESHOLD CROSSING
“Doing a vision fast or wilderness rite-of-passage will not make your life easier, but it will make it more authentic.”—Scott Eberle, School Of Lost Borders guide
I recently had another wonderful and nourishing opportunity of guiding a solo wilderness rite-of-passage ceremony for someone. He was going through a transition in his life and looking to deepen his trust in his inner guide and clarify his meaningful action in the world.
We had met for several 1-on-1 earth-rooted mentoring sessions prior, exploring different aspects of wholeness, shedding old stories that no longer serve, and refining his intentions. Then we spent 3 days out in a river canyon in sacred time and space. He crossed the threshold and returned with story and an alignment with his truths.
It is such an honor to hold space for people doing this deep work and I love the beauty and uniqueness of each ceremony on the land.
If this type of intentional earth-rooted soul work speaks to you and you’re in Northern California, or if you have questions, drop me a line: email@example.com. 🐾
P.S. Dr. Scott Eberle was one of my own phenomenal guides at School of Lost Borders
Tomorrow I head out on the mountain to guide a 4-day solo wilderness rite-of-passage ceremony for someone. I consider it a special honor to hold the sacred space and time, to facilitate that crossing of the threshold and to greet him on the return as an initiated one.
He heard the call and answered. The voice of the true self does not give up easily. The modern day wilderness fast/rite-of-passage is practice of setting time aside in sacred ceremony to be by ourselves in wild nature in order to leave behind the voices of the world, cross over into a liminal space where our senses re-awaken and we are able to re-member our place as a part of and a-kin to nature.
I’m reminded of some poetry that came through me during my first wilderness fast, that may now be medicine for others going on the sacred mountain to mark a transition, to claim their truth, to release the old, and live into their new aliveness.
The sacred mountain is calling.
Tap, tap, tap
the bell beneath the breastbone beckons:
Come, be naked and empty
under the big hard sun.
Empty yourself of everything.
Empty of food, empty of distraction,
empty of ego, empty of story.
Stretch yourself horizon to horizon
of your true home
until your soul image pops out
in high relief
like shards of obsidian
from the floor of the earth
Dive deep into your Great Sea
into the Mariana Trench
of your unadorned self.
The cracking begins.
Crack like scorched soil ready to receive.
The mud at the bottom of your being.
The shell of all the false identities.
Your fortressed heart—Cracked.
Oh it hurts—what gorgeous pain is this?
Die to all the worlds
to which you don’t belong,
leaving them to drift in the sage wind
of the high desert
as offerings to the land.
Cherish the tender beauty
of the breakdown
the sweet beauty of the rebirth.