Walking Together On An Ecospiritual Liberatory Journey
Today Moon does not look away.
Today Moon bears witness.
Today Moon lends light to grief and the things we would hide.
Today Moon is beautiful and illuminates the horror.
🌕Shining equally on all, there is no fleeing anymore.
🌕Shining on the children in the rubble who have their names written on their arms for identification.
🌕Shining on those whose last sounds are chants pleading to a merciful god.
🌕Shining in those whose last breath is ash.
🌕Shining on the mothers with lifeless babes in their arms.
🌕Shining on those who skin is aflame with white phosphorus raining from the sky.
🌕Shining on those millions whose hearts are utterly breaking by this failure of humanity.
🌕Shining on those in shock and numbness, not knowing what to do, what to say.
🌕Shining on those whose sacred rage is a compass for setting things right,
seeking to re-order the world.
🌕Shining on those whose rage is fuel for vengeance.
🌕Shining on those whose wounds are so deep, hearts so calloused, they now blow their pain and power through countless other bodies.
🌕Shining on the devastated land, whose countless more-the-human kin are blasted out of existence.
🌕Shining on the deep need for safety and peace, which all beings deserve.
🌕Shining on all the sacred longings for Life and Liberation.
Today Moon does not look away.
Today Moon bears witness.
Today Moon lends light to grief and the things we would hide.
Today Moon is beautiful and illuminates the horror.

These days I rarely start the day without being 61% salt-water by volume.
I rarely start heating the water (from the mountain spring) for my forest fresh tip tea without my body being 99% H20 by molecular count.
I see these morning dew drops on ponderosa pine needles (thanks to the delicious dance of gravity, adhesion, and cohesion), through beautiful gelatinous globes of water I call eyes (98% water). The needles will begin carrying H20 down through the mostly-water trunk to the roots.
In addition, my 75%-water brain comes equipped with a miraculous mass of cells that specialize in visual processing. Which is another way to say, light and salt water playing at intimacy inside my body.
I like to keep a hundred million or so neurons (55% water) there to help my body touch the other parts of the world with light. Not only are they 55% water, but they absorb and release water when they relay electrical messages.
How they don’t short-circuit in that environment I don’t know. Maybe the are really micro-eels?
These days, I rarely take a sip of Water without saying ‘I love you.’ Sometimes silently. Sometimes vocally. Sometimes with a silly song.
Water smiles. Water in me smiles. The we float in the smile.
I’m not so much ‘taking’ a sip, but giving a sip of one part of Water’s body to another part of Water’s body. A tribute to every tributary. A cosmic adventure holding the memory of the whole shebang.
In some circles this is called I-Thou relationship. I call it good manners. I call it holy water joining holy water. I call it altar to the tender pulse. I call it being alive in the Mystery.
“That’s still the water that runs through my veins.”—Mike Polmateer, Karuk
One of the many regenerative stories that has captivated me and feels like a bright ray of hope is the undamming of Rivers.
The undamming of the Klamath River is one that deserves a wide telling. The Klamath is a ~260 mile mighty & beautiful river. It’s also a mightily dammed & diverted river, like many western rivers, with devastating ecological consequences, from water quality to fish runs.
The hydroelectric dams have blocked fish passage and altered river flows for over 100 years.
Now, after decades of indigenous advocacy, 4 downstream dams are being taken out. The first removal is complete, the remaining 3 next year. It is being hailed as the largest river restoration project in history. Prior to this, the Elwa river dam in the Olympic Peninsula was the largest such project.
“We believe wholeheartedly that once the dams come down, the fish will return,” —Mike Polmateer, Karuk
One of my odd habits is following rivers. I love mouths of rivers, love learning & listening to their meandering paths, love visiting the headwaters of rivers. I’ve walked down the American River from small mountain seeps to the first dam. When I moved to so-called Humboldt, the first thing I did was walk Baduwat River 15 miles inland to the mouth as it undulates into the Pacific.
The Klamath returns to the sea just north of there in Del Norte County. I’ve visited parts of the flow from the coast to interior mountains. With the saga of the dams I wanted to better know this river, to experience the dams firsthand. So I went to the headwaters in Oregon, followed wild meandering mountain roads overlooking deep rugged canyons from juniper and ponderosa pine perched, tracing my way down to the dams back over the CA border.
In some ways, reservoirs created by dams can be beautiful; yet for me there’s always something a little off, even apart from accumulated algae, warmer waters, disturbed shoreline and development. The difference between domesticated and wild rivers seems to register in my body.
I turns out I couldn’t get close to dam removals (Copco #1 & #2), as there were significant project security perimeters. But I did spend time with Iron Gate, the furthers down river. My somatic experience, like with other damns, is one of constriction. Of incompleteness. A wounding and yearning for flow.
The restoration of this magnificent Being is difficult to convey in words. I can only imagine the impact on those who are its ancestral river people, the Yurok, Karuk and others.
This is a story I believe goes even beyond releasing of water and the return of salmon. Perhaps it is archetypal, releasing flows of energy, stories, and healing that we may not fully fathom yet.


Intention can be an important part of crossing the threshold during a wilderness rite-of-passage, life change, or any liminal transition, including our current collective initiation.
My way of holding intention and threshold has shapeshifted over the years.
Intention is not a goal. It’s good to have goals—they can be core parts of the journey. For example, “I am going to be with sunrise for 4 days; this month I am going to finish X amount of Y; or I am going to look at the relationship with my parents.”
Intention is performing something different. It is not a proclamation of future action, but a recognition and honoring of what is, and what is emerging. It is a species of presence that authentically names what is already here—in us, in life.
It can be hatched as an “I am” statement: “I am a compassionate person who brings gifts of X to the community.” Or “I am a woman who honors her body, rhythms, & boundaries in order love herself & the world deeply.”
Affirming. Evocative. Honoring.
Yet that way of carrying intention can retain flavors of exclusively human design, if it is unhitched from a deeper truth.
Namely—Threshold of Unrelenting Mystery.
If there’s one thing confirmed over and over upon crossing the threshold: things unfold beyond our prediction and control. The other-than-human world hums along & we are one syllable of a bigger conversation. A fierce wind blows things out of us; a shooting star elicits awe; a fire devastates; a fox touches you; lies we’ve been performing die.
Mystery will have its way.
These encounters transform us, beyond anything we plan or intend. They continue to work us long after.
Practicing a beautiful devastation of not-knowing can subsidize the journey. A sweet surrender is an attitude worth cultivating. Before the next footstep, utter, “I don’t know” & “I am open to listening.” As a whisper perhaps; as a roar if we find the brutal truth of it in our belly.
Only then might we inhabit our proper place in the symphony of beings. Instead of crossing the threshold clutching a bouquet of wants, what if we stepped in with this:
What’s the largest conversation we can have with the world?
🦋THRESHOLD: Earth Intimacies & the Art of Transformation (Begins Sept. 29)
“𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘶𝘱.” —𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳
When Grasshopper flies into your ears
You have a duty to send your ears out hopping across the land
Chomping on the big and little
and allying with the wind
You’ll be forgiven for thinking
you know what the wind is,
some dull breeze or background
When Wind is the wing-lift
of every sky-bound being
Is the pheromones, the pollen
ash kin and Ever-born,
bearer of unconventional truths.
Sex and death and wisdom
in conversation with one another.
Just as Rain isn’t always grief
and Thunder isn’t always anger
but ways to communicate intimacy
with what is.
When Grasshopper flies into your mouth
You don’t know what to say
So you say it
with a strange and dusty accent
Just as Water speaks
a thousand dialects
in their undying pilgrimage
And when Grasshopper flies into your heart
their green gears grin
at all your precious purities.
You find yourself
no longer fearing
the depths of entangled love
You become impure, a porous prism
pulsating raw and riddled rhythms—
Your presence, an homage
Your feeling, an inter-folding
making the world anew
in each moment
I’m both tickled like a butterfly and hungry like a caterpillar for Wild Nature Heart’s new course/journey starting next month.
THRESHOLD: Earth Intimacies and the Art of Transformation is a 6-week course journey dedicated to tending both our personal and collective thresholds with intention and heart. With the images of threshold crossing and caterpillar-to-butterfly transformation as guiding metaphors, we will deepen our ecospiritual practices, practice being present with the whole of what is at our doorstep, and proliferate imaginal buds for what is emerging.
This course/journey is one container to deepen into the next turn of our spiral and where we can meet each other, stay with the awe and trouble, and be transformed.
Over 6 weeks, we’ll explore through Online Gatherings, Council Circle, Poetry, Somatic & Soulful Practices, and Creative Expression.
The style is emergent, playful, curious, awkward, vulnerable, and honoring.
THEMES WE WILL TEND:
🦋Crossing the Threshold: Intention and Inquiry
🦋Ecological Intimacies & Sacred Kin Apprenticeships
🦋Sacred Pauses and Deep Listening
🦋Cultivating the Proliferation of Imaginal Cells
🦋Sacred Grief and Pleasure as Portals to Liberation
🦋Uncertainty: Sitting in the Waves & Expanding Our Skies Within
🦋From Caterpillar Modernity to Butterfly Earth
𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 ceremony/𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦-𝘰𝘧-𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦
DATES: Fridays, Oct. 13 – Nov. 17
TIME: 10:00am – 12:00 pm Pacific Time | 6-8pm GMT
WHERE: ONLINE – Zoom (and practices with the land between)
Recommended Investment: $199
Other options: $149-$249
*10% of the course’s proceeds will go to front-line water & earth protectors.
**Scholarships available for BIPOC
If this alluringly stirs something in you, JOIN HERE Or drop me a line: ryan@wildnatureheart.com
I’m both excited and curious about Wild Nature Heart’s new course container starting next month. Falling Off the Map is premised on the sneaking suspicion that we’ve exhausted the exhausting maps we’re caught in. That we are being invited to fall through inherited maps into new/old territories of being and relating and imagining.
It is oriented more around questions than answers, as too quick and certain answers might be one way we try to dominate mystery, maintain control, and manage our anxieties.
🌞How can we relearn to honor and listen to/with/as Water? As a being in its own right, with fluid intelligence and the source of life?
🌞What if we lived and loved from a space of deep time?
🌞What if we apprentice to slugs, practicing S.L.U.G. (Slow Life Is Unparalleled Greatness)?
🌞What if we kissed other-kin in the center of our cells?
🌞What if grief is a sacred portal calling us back home?
🌞What if lichen can help complicate our notions of identity as individual selves?
🌞What happens if we sit with the bare shit in the woods?
🌞What if “Wonder is an essential survival skill for the Anthropocene”? (Robert Macfarlane)
🌞What if this civilization is already dead? To what/whom shall we give allegiance?
🌞What if we called our anxiety desire, and let it be a garden? (Natalie Diaz)
🌞What if the interpersonal is political is interspecies?
🌞What if instead of living in someone else’s tired imagination we poured our longings into a new collective dreamshed?
FALLING OFF THE MAP: Trickster Practice In the Great Composting is an 8-week interactive course dedicated to proliferating imaginal buds and practicing ways of being beyond the inherited coordinates of Modernity, through an animist, ecospiritual, liberatory lens.
Over 8 weeks we will explore together through Online Gatherings, Council Circle, Emergent Dialogue, Poetry, apprenticing to water, slug, and lichen, dream council, and integration activities.
The style is emergent, playful, curious, awkward, vulnerable, & honoring.
DATES: March 24-May 12TIME: 10am-12pm PST | 6-8pm GMTWHERE: Zoom
If this alluringly stirs something in you, Register to join Or drop me a line: ryan@wildnatureheart.com
💧Recite the eon-long poems in our blood
💧Relish our grand and gratuitous re-enchantment
💧Kiss the other-kin in the center of our cells
💧Allow prophetic artistry to germinate from our magnificent failures
💧Waltz whimsically with all the big and little deaths
💧Let our inner cops out of jail
💧Caress each other’s voluptuous sacred wounds
💧Give mad meanders to ourselves and others as sacred gifts of holy unscripted dream-frothing
💧Embrace every subtle turn in the thick now, and every now amidst each paw print in the turn
💧Inhabit the inexhaustible sky within our extended nervous system
💧Enlist the species of our dreamshed ecosystem as agents of co-liberatory remembering
💧Activate magic metabolisms acquired and acrobatic
💧Eat the long shadow into ourselves like one walking from dawn to noon
💧Evoke erotic enzymes as engines of transmutation dissolving imperial incarcerations
💧Feel through to the furry and ferned fingertips on the landscape, caressing life
💧With delicious dendritic swarming map new cartographies of animist aberrations
💧Drink and be drunk by more wild water 💦
Winter Solstice blessings!
May we relish deep rest and be nourished by the slow gift of fruitful darkness, wooing and embracing the dark parts of us into the circle of Self ⭕️. May we nurture the inner fire on our darkest nights. May we honor the returning light and bless the gifts we hope to embody in our next season, greeting Sun with a smile and song.
I. Sip the Season Darkly
Darkness has arrived
wrapping its inky cloak
across the season of our lives
long shadows and owls
stand tall and salute
the arc of autumn’s slow song
becoming winter’s long march
asking us not skip too quickly
over the hour
with an eager eye grasping
towards cherry blossoms
awaiting on the other side
Drink deeply from the season,
they say
Drink from the cup overflowing
with the sweet & fruitful darkness
Sip the season darkly
in its slow embrace
Wisdom hidden from summer’s glare
may yet pass our lips
should we have the thirst for it
The bright and busy world goes under:
We go to the cave, the secret one
in the mountain of ourselves
seeking stillness
and listen for it—
the true voices amidst
The Silence.
Can you hear them?
II. Within the Cave Something Pulses
We’ve been here before.
Many times—as far back
as it will be forever forth.
The Big Rhythm holds it all.
Within the cave something pulses.
We hear it, feel it, even now
that which deepest dark cannot smother
and even winter’s hands cannot touch
tender tendrils of a luscious vine
bearing the wine of our heart
Some secret vial
distilled for this very hour
to sip the season brightly
A Remembering—Aha!
Sun too misses its lover earth
and cannot too long stay away.
Like you, Sun was meant for this: to shine.
To not share that big love is a wounding.
So in this darkest hour
the sun knocks on the nearest horizon
and announces The Return with a steady beat:
“Dear Love, I’m Here.”
Which is exactly what we find
written on the walls of our cave:
“Dear Love, I’m Here”
As we open new eyes
like the first breath after coma
and though it’s just a whisper now
it is enough to start it all again
and again…again….again…
“You, darkness, that I come from
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone
and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything-
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! –
powers and people-
and it is possible a great presence is moving near me.
I have faith in nights.” – Rainer Marie Rilke
Befriending darkness can take many forms. In an over-illuminated world, could it be that we’ve let go of some of our ancestral connection to the gifts of night? Some have even proposed that because of light pollution, kids growing up without the wisdoms and mystery of the night sky are deprived of something essential to being human. Could we begin to treat darkness as a long-lost lover with whom we can reconnect?
1)Noticing Illumination
Practically, we can begin to notice how our easy access to nighttime illumination in our homes and neighborhoods can override our body’s messages or the season’s recommended daily allowance of darkness. Or what about that all-too-common modern urge to scroll our phone before we lay our head down for the night? Where are we banishing darkness? What effect do these habits have on our nervous system? Our quality of sleep? Our natural rhythms?
2)Silent Night Walk
Just what it sounds like. Find a nice, safe area to take a meander when it is dark. What do you notice that you don’t notice in full visibility of daylight, in yourself and the surroundings? If going alone does not feel good, go with a friend and make a commitment to keep part of the walk in silence.
3)Dark Bathing
You’ve heard of forest bathing. You’ve maybe flirted with rain bathing. Dark bathing is like sky-gazing but you sit or lay in complete darkness. You allow yourself to float on the waves of darkness, becoming permeable to its soothing waters. In darkness, our perception of form dissolves, which can allow us to experience different textures inside and out.
4)Invoke your inner slug
We might spend time with slugs, snails, mushrooms or other slow creatures, or evoke their image and energy. Can we meet the slow ones at their pace? Sometimes even watching a video of them regulates my nervous system and brings out a deeper breath.
For regular things you do, try it 80% of your normal pace. Now how about a half of the speed? Do you notice any resistances within to letting go of freneticism and list-making?
This isn’t about not getting things done. But about bringing presence to what is being done. We can also practice delayed responses and pregnant pauses, becoming comfortable with silence, not filling the space.
5)Sense Walk (see handout in week #2)
Evoking your other senses while covering your eyes
6)Saying no/saying yes
To support our own pace, we might practice saying no to another’s rhythm, and say yes to your own. For some, this is actually the hardest, because of ingrained people-pleasing coping mechanisms, though it can be where the real juice is.
This is where we also notice narratives that arise and accompanying emotions like guilt. How can you also invoke your inner slug and fungi to help compost those narratives and emotions?
7)Slow Eating and Eat for the First-Time Challenge
How would you approach a banana if you’d never seen one before? A pomegranate? A few years ago I started doing a video-taped “eat for the first time challenge”, where I encounter a fruit or vegetable as if I’d never seen or tasted it before. It was meant to be more humorous than ecospiritual, but it was a good way to experience with beginner’s mind. It also re-awakened the simple awe and mystery of the things we put into our bodies everyday. An extension of this can be to bring to mind all of the processes and people, human and not human, that it took to get that particular food to you. Guaranteed to keep us rooted in gratitude and slowness.
8)Befriend the Smalls and Nighttime Creatures
What about those ladybugs? That blade of grass with one bulging dew drop? That snail and the piece of lichen they are munching on? Or how about the unseen, but heard critters in the night? The owls and coyotes?
Have you ever noticed that when people are asked to envision an animal ally it’s often a majestic bird or mammal, like a jaguar or eagle? I remember when slug and soil and beetle came to me, it felt like I was no longer overlooking a whole world under my feet (literally).
Don’t forget the Smalls in your basket of Whos
Don’t forget the smells when you’re looking for clues
Don’t forget your nose when you’re searching for hints
Don’t forget the sense of all of the scents
Don’t forget your ear, to put to the ground
Don’t forget the slow when you forage for sounds
Don’t forget to see from the snail-point-of-view
Don’t forget the Smalls in your basket of Whos
Don’t forget the Smalls in your basket of Whos
Don’t forget the smells when you’re looking for clues
Don’t forget your nose when you’re searching for hints
Don’t forget the sense of all of the scents
Don’t forget your ear, to put to the ground
Don’t forget the slow when you forage for sounds
Don’t forget to see from the snail-point-of-view
Don’t forget the Smalls in your basket of Whos
Excited to announce two courses this fall: Deep Belonging in the Great Turning and a new course: A Hoof in Each Direction: Cultivating Earth-Rooted Wholeness. See below for brief descriptions. Follow the links to full course information or drop me a line at ryan@wildnatureheart.com.
A 6-week experience for people hearing the call to cultivate their ecospirituality and ecosensuality, deepen their decolonial journey, and practice belonging to place and purpose as we intentionally meet this collective initiation of intersecting ecological/social crises and opportunity.
WHEN: October 14 – November 18 (ONLINE PROGRAM)
TIME: 10:00am-12:00pm PST | 6pm-7:30 GMT (London)
COST: $179 (Other Options: $139-$289)
REGISTER HERE
This is a 5-class series for people ready to take a deep dive into intentionally cultivating their own wholeness, exploring their own inner wilderness and eager to expand their toolbox of exploration.
WHEN: Wednesdays, November 9–December 14
TIME: 5pm-7pm PST
COST: EARLY BIRD-$125 if you register before Oct. 31
(Regular $150 starting Nov.1)
The trailhead is such a magnificent moment, carrying its own species of energy. It is a threshold of sorts—the threshold into the unknown. A crossing from one world to another.
An excitement and curiosity runs the blood hot regardless of the weather. What beauties and mysteries does the trail hold? How will this rewild me, what aspects of myself will the mountain help me re-member, reclaim?
The threshold also marks our trepidations, our fears, for we know we will be changed by the trail, by the mountain—we will return a different person. With new gifts, new perspectives, yes, but also perhaps new scratches and bruises.
The trail may stretch us into a different shape.
Truth be told, it is a risk to set off into the unknown. Am I up for climbing this mountain? This new project? This Mystery? Is my body capable? Is my psyche rooted? Am I prepared? What about my old life, habits, patterns—which of those will the mountain kill off? They may be silly habits and patterns and ways of seeing, but they are MY cute and pathetic habits and patterns and ways of seeing. They are comfortable.
But you cross anyway, because you’re not going for just comfort, but for Life, your Whole Self, because everything up to this point has prepared you for the journey. You may not know what is around the next switchback, but you know you will greet it with all you have—you are on the right path. It might not be THEIR path, but it is YOURS.
The paradox is that you already aren’t the same person that is taking that first step. And yet there’s something about enacting the visceral visitation of each paw print along the path that gets that truth in you down in your bloods and bones.
So You step from the trailhead onto the trail, with dedicated feet and an eager heart.
WILD NATURE HEART is:
A Geo-Mystical Cracking
A Hoof in Each Direction
A Bright Green Trust
A Spiraling Upward
Heartbroken and Whole
Vulnerable and Robust
A Tender and Savage Pulse
A Yes in the Darkness
A Threshold of Unrelenting Mystery
Bright and Slow Caress
A Strange Curiosities Tent at the Festival of Slow Surrendering
A Re-Membering
A Sacred Stillness
A Cairn of Holy Longing
A Whale Ear of Deep Listening
Ever-widening Circles
Deep Time Love
A Pollination Party
The Grand Metabolism
Holding the Holy Wholing
A Cunning Silence
Rainbow Wizardry
An Enchanted Experimentation
“There is some strange intimacy between grief and aliveness,
some sacred exchange between what seems unbearable
and what is most exquisitely alive.” – Francis Weller
We will gather to Honor Our Love and Pain for the World. It will be part council circle where we share our truths about things on the tip of our hearts, part simple grief ritual, witnessing and being witnessed in grief and other energies together, lending our tears & laughter to the watershed; and part eco-art and ecosensual exploration, getting curious about earthy joy/pleasure to root our work/play in the world.
Date: July 24
Time: 10am-12pm
Where: Mad River (Baduwat River), Blue Lake
Meet at Mad River Hatchery Parking Lot
We are in a collective initiatory moment. The old forms are dying away, and the new is emerging simultaneously, though it may often feel like the new is not emerging fast enough and we feel overwhelmed by the state of things.
Because we love and care for the world, we feel grief and other emotions when we see the harm being done. Because we are NOT separate from nature and others, we cannot help but be impacted on many levels. We are often not able or willing to fully feel or express these emotions for a variety of reasons. The idea here is that by allowing the space to feel, to witness and be witnessed with these energies, we are honoring nature’s feedback loop and can become unstuck. .
By sharing grief and other emotions, and moving through them, we can step into new ways of seeing and reconnect to each other and nature, and thereby become even better stewards of the world and the work that needs to be done to heal. And by giving gifts of beauty, love and gratitude for all the more-than-human world has given to us, we renew and deepen our relationship with the world and each other.
This is a FREE simple earth-based gathering and everyone is welcome.
What to bring:
Just your self, Water and a snack. If you’d like, bring an item you’d like to temporary place on the centerpiece. Perhaps an item that symbolizes a loss or gratitude or something you are feeling about what is happening in the world and our relationship to Mother/Lover Earth.
As part of Radical Joy for Hard Times’ Global Earth Exchange, we will gather to Honor Our Love and Pain for the World. This will be equal parts sharing in circle, solo time on land/with the river, a simple grief ritual, and creating ecoart together.
Date: June 25
Time: 10am-12pm
Where: Mad River Hatchery, Blue Lake
We are in a collective initiatory moment. The old forms are dying away, and the new is emerging simultaneously, though it may often feel like the new is not emerging fast enough and we feel overwhelmed by the state of things.
Because we love and care for the world, we feel grief and other emotions when we see the harm being done. Because we are NOT separate from nature and others, we cannot help but be impacted on many levels. We are often not able or willing to fully feel or express these emotions for a variety of reasons. The idea here is that by allowing the space to feel, to witness and be witnessed with these energies, we are honoring nature’s feedback loop and can become unstuck. .
By sharing grief and other emotions, and moving through them, we can step into new ways of seeing and reconnect to each other and nature, and thereby become even better stewards of the world and the work that needs to be done to heal. And by giving gifts of beauty, love and gratitude for all the more-than-human world has given to us, we renew and deepen our relationship with the world and each other.
This is a FREE simple earth-based gathering and everyone is welcome.
What to bring:
Just your self, Water and a snack. If you’d like, bring an item you’d like to temporary place on the centerpience. Perhaps an item that symbolizes a loss or gratitude or something you are feeling about what is happening in the world and our relationship to Mother/Lover Earth.
Many of you may know Trebbe Johnson & her offering in the world, Radical Joy for Hard Times. I had the pleasure of spending time with her at the Global Wilderness Guides Council gathering. A group of us created guerrilla beauty & sharing among the sequoia, sugar & ponderosa pine, some 100,000 acres of which burned last year.
Sitting among the ashes together, listening to the land while sierra wildflowers emerged, songbirds sang, & stones spoke deep time, was a healing moment of holding it all from a place of heart-centered compassion that doesn’t deny the grief, the hard stuff, and also doesn’t deny the joy & beauty that has a way of also emerging in the most unexpected ways.
I expected to go to my usual place of deep grief being with the charred remains of the landscape. Yes it was there; Yet it was one among many energies percolating in me, & found myself no longer afraid to be with it all. My first impulse was to pour some of my water into the ground. I was moved to want to be intimate with the ashes—smell it, taste it, FEEL IT. I rubbed soot over my arms, legs, and face. And I knew: I am the burnt forest. I am the spring penstemon & pussy paws poking through. I am the discarded trash. I am the wind playing the harp of the dry ponderosa needles.
As we were closing sharing of our experiences being with the landscape, two red foxes came up the hill, curious about what these two-leggeds were up to. It was a moment of wonder, laughter & possibility.
We then co-created beauty in the form of a bird just from elements from the landscape, from pinecones to manzanita to rusted beer cans. To me it had the appearance of a gorgeous phoenix rising from the ashes.
The piece I added was glass from a bottle. It had one word: “Contents”. I couldn’t help but be struck by the playful juxtaposition of ‘contents’, and ‘conTENT’—one a filling up with things out of a sense of emptiness, the other being at peace.
I placed it on the heart of the bird.
The annual Global Earth Exchange is coming up June 25, a day to give simple gifts of gratitude/beauty to places we love that are wounded. You can find out more at @radicaljoyforhardtimes.



🌏Anchor in an unshakable ecospirituality (deep time, reciprocity, gratitude, humility, animism, sacred pause, honoring the season)
🌏Chip away at inherited maps & stories, Dismantle supremist scripts, Divest from Empire (the most ecological thing we can do is compost white modernity)
🌏Befriend your watershed, get to know your plant kin, praise the soil, listen to the river
🌏Build your capacity for discomfort (and discern the difference between danger and discomfort)
🌏Slow down. Practice skills for building spaciousness and grit within (regulating your nervous system)
🌏Support indigenous sovereignty, frontline water and earth protectors, and #Landback campaigns.
🌏Listen deeply for your particular callings and follow them with the commitment of a monarch butterfly’s pilgrimage, ridiculously, beautifully, and like a sacred fool (what is yours to do and discerning when and how you get pulled off center)
🌏Celebrate your senses, revel in ecosensual pleasure, embrace your shadow, and tend your grief and that of others.
🌏For the love of Gaia, give up on hope and hopelessness. Rather, become intimate with butterflies and the seasons, the pace of the moon, the sacred wounds, the parts of you that you’ve neglected still flitting about inside your Meadow. Let even the most disturbing questions and daring dreams drip down the canyons of you. Then, you’ll let go of bringing your silly little head to the game of hope and despair, But will be Life living through you and from there, the Wild and Wingéd Way will emerge like the butterfly from the cocoon, which not even the mightiest empire can withstand.
We are earth.
Healing work IS Anti-racist work IS Decolonial work IS Ecotherapeutic work IS Sacred Grief work IS Rewilding work.
These are not and cannot be seperate if we are to dream and enact ourselves into regenerative, cooperative, co-liberatory, earth-honoring habits of being and doing.
We know the dominant/dominator system is sick and dying. Perhaps it’s already dead and we haven’t quite accepted it? Perhaps we’re living in its corpse and like butterflies from a messy cocoon we must sprout out?
How do we respond?
Yet, like a mosquito at the river’s edge, I’m troubled by incessant questions: If white supremacy was dismantled, if capitalism completely collapsed and transmuted into something that worked for all, if the patriarchy and heteronormavity imploded, if empire was composted, we are still left with root questions:
How will we relate to each other and our earth home?
How will we belong ourselves in a reciprocal, mutually honoring and life-enhancing way?
Will we know how to say hello and goodbye to one another?
How can we hold our monumental griefs together?
How will we compost the emperor and police within us?
How will we ask “What serves creativity and Life?” as our basic operating premise?
What alternative slower and local ways will we cultivate to meet basic hominid needs?
How will we imagine new ways of loving ourselves, each other and the world?
It’s a tall order. It fact it’s too damn tall, as all sacred journeys are. Yet…I feel we’re up to the task. Not as a to-do list or a smart strategy, but as a way of walking in the world. Minute to minute practice full of failure and learning. Not to be completed in one lifetime, but steps on the journey.
My third stomach knows. The ancient river in my bones know.
I feel it’s why we’re here now. Doing this. Beingness. Together.
As earth elder Joanna Macy says, “What a gift to be alive right now.”