A quick reminder to send me your wild words for our group poem! I will start kneading our words together on Tuesday, so you have two days left to share yet. The wild words many of you have already sent truly set my heart alight - I am revelling in all the beauty, in the way you see and feel it.
We are weaving powerful magic together here.
Here is the original post, if you want a reminder, refresher, re-inspiration-er.
This morning I am thinking about my favourite wild place here in Australia - the wilds of Cradle Mountain, lutruwita (Tasmania). It feels so deeply like home, that when I am lucky enough to visit it I squirrel as many immersive mind movies as I can into my heart, so I can revisit when I close my eyes.
When I need to, I can smell this wild place, feel the breaths she expels, hear the wild beings that call her home. Doing this, closing my eyes and taking myself there at any time, is a special form of grounding, what I most need when I can feel myself enveloped in overwhelm.
Here are some wild words visiting with her here this morning brought.
Eyes closed, I hear the sounds of the wild I carry in my heart.
The crackle of growth, new life pushing through humus.
The deep and pleasurable sigh of decay, old life feeding new.
The whisper of old words, thoughts, feelings, carried between leaves up high, released in a breath to the sky.
I feel the cool kiss of dew on my nose, on the fruiting bodies on the trunks around me, on the smooth rocks beside the tannin rich water gliding by.
There is the soft pad of furry feet and powerful tails on the leaf litter, strong, nimble, swift, secret. Little nibbles and munches on sweet new shoots.
There is the plaintive cry of black cockatoo high in the canopy, a flash of midnight and the low morning sun as they glide between branches, so quiet despite their size.
I am enraptured by the divinity in the myriad shades of green.
The wild numinous drapes over the entirety of my being, tangible.
I am home.
I am so looking forward to sharing our wild poem next week.
You are all kinds of wonderful. Remember that, always.
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I almost missed this! Sent you an email...lmk if you don't receive it. Love this so much. xxo
I am so excited to see how you weave all the lines of the poem together Natalie... ๐ค๐