Wild Nature Heart
Journeys Into Reconnection
TRUST MEDITATION ❤️
Trust my rootedness in this world.
Trust my needs will be met.
Trust I have enough (food, shelter, money).
Trust abundance.
I belong here. Earth is my home.
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Trust my creative instinct.
Trust my sensuality.
Trust my sexuality.
Trust my desires.
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Trust my power.
Trust my action.
Trust my ability to make impact
in the world.
Trust my ability to share.
Trust my ability to embody
my medicine in the world.
Trust my self.
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Trust my heart.
Trust my love.
💙
Trust my voice.
Trust my words.
Trust my singing.
Trust my song.
Trust my expression of truth.
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Trust my intution.
Trust my inner guide.
Trust my perception.
Trust my extrasensory perception.
Trust my dreams.
Trust my muse.
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Trust Source/ONE/Divine/Sacred.
Trust Mystery.
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Image: actual glorious river rocks (not painted!) along Mad River (Baduwat), Ancestral Wiyot Territory.
Rocks dispersed afterwards.
Excited to be Scheduling now for summer and fall:
🌞1:1 EARTH-ROOTED MENTORING 🦋CUSTOM WILDERNESS CEREMONIES/RITES-OF-PASSAGE (for individuals or small groups up to 4)
Mentoring sessions can culminate in a wilderness ceremony.
Links in Bio. 🐸
TENDER BEAUTY OF THE BREAKDOWN
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 old stories.
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
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.
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This is a poem that came through me during my first wilderness fast with School of Lost Borders, and is included in a new collection, ‘No Lies on the Mountain’, coming out later this year.
May it be medicine for others going on the sacred mountain to mark a transition, to claim their truth, to release the old, to celebrate, and to live into their new story.
Scheduling now for summer and fall:
🌞1:1 EARTH-ROOTED MENTORING 🦋CUSTOM WILDERNESS CEREMONIES/RITES-OF-PASSAGE (for individuals or small groups up to 4)
Mentoring sessions can culminate in a wilderness ceremony.
Links in Bio. 🐸
🐌 Flow on. Slow on. Know from the Soul on.
Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?! ——————————————
Scheduling now for summer and fall:
🌞1-on-1 Earth-Rooted Mentoring
🦋Custom Wilderness Ceremonies/Rites-of-Passage (mentoring sessions often culminate in a wilderness ceremony; individuals and small groups). Links in Bio. 🐸