When invited to teach an upcoming Ecotherapy course, I realized that something beyond more knowledge or even skills, as commonly understood, is required. Something in me balked at overly-academicizing it, and felt that all-too-familiar intellect taking over, alienating my body, heart, and soul. So these are some spring wild poppies and prickly cacti that emerged through the soil:
He crossed the threshold and returned with story and an alignment with his truths.
Tomorrow I head out on the mountain to guide a 4-day solo wilderness rite-of-passage ceremony for someone. 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.
It was the final session before his solo wilderness rite-of-passage ceremony next week. But for now, we were in a redwood and bay forest along a creek and Opening to the East.
Then we told the hard truth—about the state of the world, about the state of our emotions.