Dearest Kate, I devoured this writing the moment it appeared in my inbox! My day will look a lot different than expected thanks to you… rescheduling my morning so that I can go sit outside. You are a beautiful gift to us!
Oh my dear coyote, your beautiful word, your dedication, deep love and reverence for the natural world enliven me, move me, inspire me and moved me to tears. Thank you for sharing your vision, thank you for plucking the string of the guitar in my heart, so I may join you in these songs of love of life <3
Kate! Oh this was one of the most beautiful pieces ever! It really sings to my soul. I have long sang songs to the nature spirits, and spoken to the flowers.
"I wandered home through the forest in a trance, feeling altered and enchanted. I felt my own multiplicities, dissolving into oneness while also understanding the precious individuality of my own soul. Everything around me was threaded with love, and I was the golden needle. I felt a longing to sing."
Such a beautiful way to put this into words! I too have felt this pure joy of participatory existence, and there is perhaps nothing more powerful.
"The truth is that the land spirits tend our world in a state of wild creativity, and they are longing for us to join them in co-creative dreaming. The reconciliation, the great restoration we can offer Earth is to allow ourselves to use our imaginations in order to create something— anything. It is not about making a perfect offering, or striving to receive validation from other humans for it. True creativity is entirely about self-liberation and experimentation, and really has very little to do with making something to look at or to show others. It is in the actual experience of creating that our heart can finally speak, and from that place might receive a mysterious reply. "
Thank you Kate for this most beautiful message and reminder.
Once upon a time I worked in what is called "ecological restoration", which as practiced within a mindset of separation often entails chainsaws and bulldozers and lots and lots of herbicide, using brute force to decide who shall live and who shall die, painting landscapes with a visual replica of their former selves that is in fact oddly uniform and locked in a sort of stasis, held there only by our continual mowing and spraying and "maintenance". It is prescriptive rather than creative, dominating rather than participatory. I wonder what the devas think of this, and when we will learn to add our voices to the symphony rather than drowning it out with our loudspeakers.
I appreciate all that you share, and you inspire me to post my latest reflection this morning, upon completion, rather than following the arbitrary schedule I had in mind.
WOW i am so delighted, intrigued, ignited by this reflection my friend... dominant rather than participatory yes.. Coming from this very structured mindset that the natural world is here for our "use"... your description ecological restoration reminds me of that term they use "wildlife management" which makes me cringe on a cellular level. All these ways we have so painfully removed ourselves from the depth of loving relationship we long for. I love your inquiry I wonder what the devas think... what do you think? I'll sit with this too. Looking forward to reading your new piece, I see it in my inbox!! xoxoxo
I think it is easy, upon becoming aware of the conscious awareness that surrounds us, to slip into a sort of shame or repentance, a feeling that we do not deserve connection or participation - similar to the response I see in many to becoming aware of past injustice or genocide.
I don't think the devas need or want this. My sense is that they are aware of the larger unfolding, the larger plan, which presumably includes us bumbling about, forgetful of our true natures, slowly waking up and recognizing the harm we have done, choosing otherwise, asking and receiving forgiveness and entering into relationship. So my best guess for what the devas think about ham-fisted ecological restoration is a bit like what adults think of children in the stage where they really want to help bake cakes or plant seeds but they end up making a mess of things: a sort of love for good intentions coupled with a frustration that there is not yet a full understanding.
Dearest Kate, I devoured this writing the moment it appeared in my inbox! My day will look a lot different than expected thanks to you… rescheduling my morning so that I can go sit outside. You are a beautiful gift to us!
I will meet you in the forest, dear one 🗝️🍃
Oh my dear coyote, your beautiful word, your dedication, deep love and reverence for the natural world enliven me, move me, inspire me and moved me to tears. Thank you for sharing your vision, thank you for plucking the string of the guitar in my heart, so I may join you in these songs of love of life <3
ahh the dragon queen!! what a joy to read you and instantly get flashes of our sacred time on the land together, dreaming.....
Kate! Oh this was one of the most beautiful pieces ever! It really sings to my soul. I have long sang songs to the nature spirits, and spoken to the flowers.
Thank you for writing these glorious words!
- Cat Starlight
cat starlight!!! what a joy to find you here.. my lionhearted soul friend!!!
I delight in your writings and photos, so I'm glad to be part of these offerings!
"I wandered home through the forest in a trance, feeling altered and enchanted. I felt my own multiplicities, dissolving into oneness while also understanding the precious individuality of my own soul. Everything around me was threaded with love, and I was the golden needle. I felt a longing to sing."
Such a beautiful way to put this into words! I too have felt this pure joy of participatory existence, and there is perhaps nothing more powerful.
"The truth is that the land spirits tend our world in a state of wild creativity, and they are longing for us to join them in co-creative dreaming. The reconciliation, the great restoration we can offer Earth is to allow ourselves to use our imaginations in order to create something— anything. It is not about making a perfect offering, or striving to receive validation from other humans for it. True creativity is entirely about self-liberation and experimentation, and really has very little to do with making something to look at or to show others. It is in the actual experience of creating that our heart can finally speak, and from that place might receive a mysterious reply. "
Thank you Kate for this most beautiful message and reminder.
Once upon a time I worked in what is called "ecological restoration", which as practiced within a mindset of separation often entails chainsaws and bulldozers and lots and lots of herbicide, using brute force to decide who shall live and who shall die, painting landscapes with a visual replica of their former selves that is in fact oddly uniform and locked in a sort of stasis, held there only by our continual mowing and spraying and "maintenance". It is prescriptive rather than creative, dominating rather than participatory. I wonder what the devas think of this, and when we will learn to add our voices to the symphony rather than drowning it out with our loudspeakers.
I appreciate all that you share, and you inspire me to post my latest reflection this morning, upon completion, rather than following the arbitrary schedule I had in mind.
WOW i am so delighted, intrigued, ignited by this reflection my friend... dominant rather than participatory yes.. Coming from this very structured mindset that the natural world is here for our "use"... your description ecological restoration reminds me of that term they use "wildlife management" which makes me cringe on a cellular level. All these ways we have so painfully removed ourselves from the depth of loving relationship we long for. I love your inquiry I wonder what the devas think... what do you think? I'll sit with this too. Looking forward to reading your new piece, I see it in my inbox!! xoxoxo
What do I think? Thank you for asking :-).
I think it is easy, upon becoming aware of the conscious awareness that surrounds us, to slip into a sort of shame or repentance, a feeling that we do not deserve connection or participation - similar to the response I see in many to becoming aware of past injustice or genocide.
I don't think the devas need or want this. My sense is that they are aware of the larger unfolding, the larger plan, which presumably includes us bumbling about, forgetful of our true natures, slowly waking up and recognizing the harm we have done, choosing otherwise, asking and receiving forgiveness and entering into relationship. So my best guess for what the devas think about ham-fisted ecological restoration is a bit like what adults think of children in the stage where they really want to help bake cakes or plant seeds but they end up making a mess of things: a sort of love for good intentions coupled with a frustration that there is not yet a full understanding.