The most common page-turners in my stash. I've been asked a lot of questions lately, which is kind of exciting because it tells me that all around me there is an energy about going deeper within and a kind of collective willingness to gather the tools right in front of us, in nature, to do that deeper work with. To reconnect with one's wilder aspects.
Knowing my environment and what it's gifts are have helped me feel more comfortable here, where I live, which does not really feel like my home. It's also made living here much more fun and interesting while I do what I need to do to thrive. Knowing my inner landscape has helped me navigate through the things I struggle with, as if carrying a compass, helping me find my way with relative ease over the bumps.
Wolves and other beasties have that beautiful inner compass which helps them make decisions that protect and honor them, without having to think about it all the time. They trust themselves. It seems like this is made up of instinct and senses working together with a well-tuned perception device. There is no right and wrong about it. Just...trust that they are where they are, and they are going where they are going. Something I love about the creatures is that they do respond to information coming in based on what has happened to them, what they've learned through experience- yet they don't use their defenses unless there is reason to do so. Observing the natural world teaches me how much *basura* I carry with me needlessly.
I watched a large ant cart a moth wing higgeldy-piggeldy toward his hill today. Of course, I thought of the rubber tree and what ants aren't supposed to be able to do and all. But it also occurred to me how present he was to dropping the wing, getting lost under it, figuring it out-he just kept moving steadily towards his goal. He didn't stop and ask himself if he should be carrying his prize to the destination. He didn't overanalyze how frustrating it was. He didn't look for someone to coach him through the process. He just knew he needed that wing *real bad* and so he claimed it, patiently working his little ant ass off to get to where he wanted to go. He trusted that he would eventually get there.
What does wild mean to you? How does it express in your life?
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