A Wild Reverent Rapport

Four days in the near wilderness of Algonquin Park reminds me again who I truly am beneath, behind, beyond the idolatries of ego and the trappings of modernity.

Getting down to basics, returning to Nature, reviving the body where trees breathe cascades of colour into the cells, restoring the soul with crisp air and cold water and clear songs of owl and loon and a distant wolf in the night, take me into a wild reverent rapport with the courtesies of an interconnected life.

Modernity manufactures deficit swathes across broad bands of soulscapes. It’s a clear cut of the wildish self out of holistic harmonies. Loud. Rude. Crass. A rock in the way of the road? Blow it up. A forest in the way of the mine? Cut it down. A swamp in the way of a parking lot? Drain it. Animal people or human people, insect or fish people, plant or elemental people ousted from their ancestral homes? Ah. The price of progress. But what have we lost?

Modernity has got us bamboozled with its sleight of hand technologies that make us think how great we are with our internet and electric wires and almost instantaneous self gratifications. But did you know that Nature orchestrates solar systems and galaxies into harmonious orbits, bone and skin damage into radiant repair, seed germination and DNA replication in perfect measure, without our needing to know how? Did you know that our cells emit light? 

The wild intensity of a vital longing or a keen psychic stalking after a passion have been modified to fit a day planner–or eliminated altogether. The inspired life is ceded for the benefit and pension plan. And the light emissions from your cells, the life bright biophotons, fade.

Kids are scheduled right out of all make-believe from their own imaginations and adults are often either the walking dead going through the motions or the energized bunnies of a pop culture craze hopped up on paradigms of productivity and behavioural adjustment.

The healing of a junk culture may require not more planning and measuring, not more efficiency and control technologies. The healing of a junk culture may demand a rewilding of the soul; a re-enchantment with the more elusive curves of the psyche; a renewed appreciation for the vibrant instincts and vital intuitions that flow—like rivers through changing landscapes, around obstacles, over rough patches, across shallows—and carve out favourable pathways without the need for straightening up or hammering to.

A collective healing may require a renewed willingness for captivation with things of mystery and magic; the humblings of awe that include its dread with its raptures; a commerce with elusive edges and evocative ambiguities; a living outside the egoic technologies made to harness and enslave everything pliable, trophic, natural.

The deep healing of a culture’s soul requires a restoration of a sense of charm and the charmed—in every soul. The rewilding of a stiffly scheduled society requires the trophic rejuvenators of play and playfulness.

Rewilding means a return to a wise reverent rapport with the living flow in all things.

Let it be. You’re standing smack dab in the midst of The Now Field. How could this not be doable?

{photo by me of Loon Canoe, an old ally of mine, retired now to a sling beneath a porch, but still a bearer of stories and birther of worlds}

 

The Workaday Warrior & Warrioress

 

 

 

 

You’ve heard of Weekend Warrior? Well, I’m interested in what it takes to be a Workaday Warrior.

Generally, Weekend Warrior means a person who gets into their passion, hobby, labour of love only on weekends. And, yes, some passions need a longer space to really get into. Nobody’s painting their masterpiece while entering data at the office.

Workaday means ordinary, routine, familiar; as well as diligent, disciplined, skillful.

So the Workaday Warrior may not be as visible or obvious or flamboyant as the Weekend Warrior. But the Workaday Warrior is always involved, every day, at some level, in some subtle, primal and conscious way, with their deep driving desire.

The way of the Workaday Warrior is often internal. It’s about attention and intention. It’s about inner actions, a fierce fidelity to a raison d’être. It’s about devotion to a deep driving desire, the thing of rare purpose that feeds, fires, and inspires your life.

If your passion is an activity, you may not be able to do the outer action of your passion every day: rock climbing, pot throwing, home renovations, antique rescue, abused dog rescue, yard sailing, paddling. But whatever the deep driving desire, the Workaday Warrior is almost always at it, imagining, dreaming, intending, planning.

Often the deep desire of the moment is intensely internal: the slog to rise from despair, the struggle to nurture hope, the inner job of soul recovery.

If you’re stuck in or moving through a big blow in life—an addiction, an illness, a grievous loss—your Workaday Warrior may be doing the sword dance of soul retrieval in very dark depths. Outer eyes may not see into your struggle.

In the ordeal of a lifetime, in the struggle for your sanity, in the underworld journey of self-transformation, you will face, sooner or later, the Workaday Worrier or the Workaday Woebegoner, the loathly lords and ladies of desperation and doubt. We could call these panic and despair, fretting and ruing, anxiety and depression.

Whatever you call these weights of worry and woe, they are the worthy opponents of the Workaday Warrior. And there are more. Procrastination. Pigheadedness. Avoidance. Whatever. Their modus operandi is to take down the one who’s shaping a whole new path in life through all those old cramps of conditioning.

What we focus on grows. Positive or negative, what we give story to, we give life to. A fervent focus on the more desirable life, with fierce heart and clear head, tends to grow fruit. Life grows opportunity like an oak tree grows acorns—out of its own skin and in mighty supply. A focus on the deep driving desire grows inner intention into outer actions that reap the fruits of opportunity and further the inspired life.

The Workaday Warrior clears distractions, clarifies thought, identifies values, deepens feeling, and takes belief to an all new level of joyful engagement with his deep driving desire. The Workaday Warrioress knows that a frequent fervent focus on her deep driving desire is the stuff of magic.

 

 

A Few Ideas Toward Living The More Inspired Life

What do you need to start doing today to be living your more inspired life?

Do you need to take a break and listen to the birds or move that body or visit with friends? Do you need to focus more on a project, hobby, or passion? Do you need a fresh slant on an old idea, behaviour, attitude? Do you need to stop procrastinating and start investigating, resuscitating, reanimating your world?

One thing’s for sure: you must stop asking questions like: why does this keep happening to me? why can’t I get ahead/get moving/get inspired? Those questions plop you into the victim mentality hole.

The next thing’s for sure, too: you must rather ask: now that this {name it} is happening, and it makes me feel {name it}, what’s one small thing I can do today to shift, to lift, to move this into a better feeling or outlook or action? Knowing I feel stuck, where can I put my attention to help me get unstuck?

You might not get an answer right away. It’s ok. Keep asking the good questions, the enriching questions, the empowered questions. The questions will lead you to where you need to be for inspiration to fill you up. The questions invite the inspired life, the inspired choice, the inspired action.

And look around, in your head, in your heart, in your world. Listen. Wake up to your senses. Smell those roses. Touch that leaf. Taste that lemon, that basil, that chocolate mocha latté. Set an intention to make one sense your pathway of ritual engagement with your life today.

Notice beauty, innocence, simple acts of genuine humanity. Rub that aching knee with warmth and affection. Smile at that stranger, that child. Give a dollar to a street person. Mow a sick neighbour’s lawn.

Be kind. Be encouraging. Be grateful. Thank your modest income for being there to pay that bill. Thank your huge income for being there to serve a greater cause than ego’s illusory sense of security. Thank the wonky weather systems for reminding you to walk lightly on the Earth. Thank a cranky person for the opportunity to empathize and give hope. Thank your anxiousness for telling you to set a healthy boundary. Thank your depression for the wake up call. Thank a despot for reminding you to engage more fully in sage and savvy social change actions.

Everything comes as a result of something before and everything comes as a guide to something more. We can’t change what went before. We can acknowledge the past and imagine a better future. We can learn, use our old cramps of conditioning as guidance, and lean into what needs to happen now to make the next step more empowered, enriching, liberating. We can—however deeply tucked away that knowing is—live daily toward the more inspired life our hearts know is possible.