When we consider how embedded we are in the Earth,
how we are literally made of the same stuff
as rivers, rocks and roots,
we can see how separating from this beautiful, fecund world
might be damaging to our psyches.
Have you ever suffered a terrible accident, betrayal or loss?
Then you know you can be left depleted, depressed,
perhaps even cast adrift …
As if you aren’t quite whole.
In losing our intimate relationship with the Earth
we modern humans have suffered a particular trauma
that has caused our wild souls to split off.
How do we heal the wounded wild?
How do we reclaim our wild souls?
The answer lies within each one of us.
~Poem: Mary Reynolds Thompson
~Art: Elisabetta Trevisan
In the places where whispers carry
Where you hold your breath
And believe yourself less,
There is a truth.
A truth as gentle as a melody,
As limitless as the sky,
As honest as a mountain lake,
No push, no need to try,
A truth that shimmers with the light of you,
The bright of you
The irrepressible delight of you,
The take my breath away flight of you,
The I will not go silently into the night of you,
The ‘Oh my God’, just feel the might of you,
The break me wide open sight of you,
When at last you have embraced all of you,
Accepted the day and night of you,
The luminescent, spontaneous grace of you,
I want you to know I’m in awe of you
All of you,
wild orgasmic inch of you
Every wild unfettered gesture of alive of you
~ Clare Dubois, founder of TreeSisters.org