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}

 

A Karmic Kiss or Karmic Carom?

Holding on to revenge is a karmic slap in the face—our own face.

Replacing revenge with reverence is a karmic kiss on the cheek.

Revenge doesn’t have to be a big intention or even a conscious intention, nor a full out moral or ideological war on anyone or anything.

Our little daily dismays, pet peeves, closet inadequacies, secret shames are breeding grounds for pocket revenge—that little nag of narrow mindedness or small heartedness that needs to feel bigger, so it reduces someone or something else.

Our pocket revenge tactics are often unconscious and habitual actions: sarcasm, passive-aggressiveness, cold shoulder, interrupting. Nothing major.

But the karmic carom niggles its way back into our own lives, someday, some way through The Universal Law of Returns.

An antidote to revenge is reverence.

A wise reverent rapport with ourselves leads to more conscious awareness and more intentional action. And that always liberates kindness into our living flow.

A karmic slap in the face or a karmic kiss on the cheek comes to us or through us in many forms. We have a choice which cheek to turn, so to speak. We have a powerful influence now on the immediate and future outcome of actions.

We could choose reverence.

Times of dire reverence like ours now, where big and little acts of revenge and rapacity are devouring beauty everywhere, call for a karmic kiss of deepest respect from all our intentions and actions. That kiss is the karmic catalyst for more liberating kindness in the world.