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}

 

Are You Hogtied To Habit?

Are you hogtied to habit?

When we’re not aware of where our attention is and what our intention is at any given moment, the cramp of conditioning is at large, in charge, and running the show.

The cramp of conditioning is a memory imprint, the stuff that happened, set into the subconscious by experience and consolidated by repetition. It runs on auto-pilot and usually keeps us small, playing safe–cramped. Left to its own devices, it’s repeating what it knows over and over. And what it knows is the same-old-same-old.

Have you ever paid attention to the images and thoughts your mind makes all day?

How many pictures a day do you make of angst and urgency or of desire and fulfillment? How many thoughts of despair and damnation or of hope and vision? Of rage and revenge or of serenity and wonderment? Of complaint and criticism or of compassion and co-operation? What’s your mental default mission?

Bringing attention to your habits of thought gives you the lead-in to change your cramp of conditioning.

It may take time and it will take dedicated repetition. But if you apply your attention to noticing the cramped conditioning, and if you set your intention to shift to more liberating thoughts and images, that old cramp will loosen and you will develop new, refreshing, healthy memory habits.

To untie those hogtied knots, try meditation, creative envisioning, tapping. Pay attention to your self-talk–how the voice in your head talks on its own–and build a devotion toward correcting any self-talk that holds you back, puts you down, keeps you small. Practice self-encouragement. Do things that stretch your comfort zone and things that make you feel good.

You’re worth the dedicated attention. And every little knot you untie liberates your greatness, one golden thread at a time.