Walking Together On An Ecospiritual Liberatory Journey
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… Continue Reading “Global Earth Exchange: Honoring Our Love and Pain For the World”
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… Continue Reading “What Emerges Amidst the Ashes”
πAnchor in an unshakable ecospirituality (deep time, reciprocity, gratitude, humility, animism, sacred pause, honoring the season)….See More
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.
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:
The deep longing that brought you here doesn’t care about the categories or forms of your culture. Your soul calling only wants to unfurl endlessly, co-creating the universe in the way only it is able to, and meant to, if allowed to breath. If allowed to be embodied through you.
Practicing saying ‘I don’t know’ might be an essential sur-thrival skill in this Great Turning. Finding the Power in Uncertainty.
I created Deep Belonging because I am in love with the world & because I am grasped by a wondering: Can we, with wild nature hearts & humble courage, remember what weβve forgotten and intentionally face this Collective Initiation of intersecting ecological & social crises?
This is the 3rd iteration of the experienceβitβs now two weeks longer and Iβm excited to weave in more decolonial imaginings, deepen our holding of the griefs and joys on our doorstep, and explore Compost and Turnings as guiding, dynamic metaphors.
Though we try, we cannot flee our entanglements. The symphonies of howling disguise themselves as itching until we listen & accept them, offering refuge in our body-hearts. Thereβs no going back. Weβve relinquished mastery in favor of aspirational imaginaries beyond empire.
The Era of I-Over is over. Deep We is calling. Saying compost the dead & dying body of the Over-culture, decolonize our hearts, & dismantle identity-prisons that have us all by the throats.
It is not a matter of whether or not you are caught in a web. We are all en-webbed. It is a matter of knowing which webs you are in, of knowing which webs you want to be and donβt want to be in.
May the sun behind veils and grief behind masks be invitations to new intimacies and wild remembrances. May we smuggle in contraband questions under cover of haze.
Could we weave our grief, unknowingness, sacred rage, and delicate unthwartable longings into previously undared and shared possibilities?
Wild Nature Heart must integrate the somatic, the spiritual, the sensual; it must honor the artsy, the activist, and animist; it must cultivate the spaciousness to hold the grief, joy, and anger, the shadow and the light. And hold space for others to do the same.
Is it possible that the forced slowing and shutting down has within it the grace of a sacred pause that allows for deep listening, for cultivating deep belonging, and co-creating solutions for leaning into this Great Turning?
Whatever our mountain is right now, whether cultural or personal, we will look back someday and ask ourselves, how did I even do that?!!
But we know the answer. And we keep walking.
Sometimes a giant freaking wave comes and wipes the slate clean. But often itβs many successive smaller waves slowly eroding the the old.