The Elements

We might have left the natural world, but the natural world has not left us. There is a legacy deep within us, deep in the tissues, when we were wildlife, when we were elemental. We don’t live on the earth, we came out of it, just like a wave. We are not stranger’s here”

Silence

“The silence that lives in the grass, on the underside of each blade and in the blue space between the stones” Rolf Jacobson

Once we have tasted silence we know that it is medicine. Silence is not an external absence of noise, rather it is found in the deep wellspring of the soul. To dwell with silence is to experience it as a companion presence. It is a comfort and a source of deep riches. It restores and renews our being and thus refreshes our capacity to truly be in relationship. We learn to be present and to awaken to our own inner communion. We know we can come back to that wellspring within us, even in the fire of our busy everyday lives.

Solitude

Be still and the earth will speak to you” Navajo saying

To be alone used to be seen as being ‘all one’, to be wholly one. Intentional solitude is the balm for the sickness of our perpetual distraction. It heals our weariness. Traditionally women set aside time to go to a place that was sacred to her, a tree, a river, a cave to come into communion the song of nature and her own melody within it. 

Darkness

“But my bones knew something wonderful about the darkness” Mary Oliver

The dark is our own personal wilderness. A woman may struggle to meet her soul in the broad daylight of the village. The day world of work and family cultivate particular strengths and connections but there are times when she may need to sink into more fertile, darker soil to tap into her wild soul possibilities. The greatest gift of the dark will not be what she finds there but how the dark changes her. Going into the literal dark of the night or sitting together in the darkness of the lodge serves as a synergetic companion for the work of the symbolic darkness…dream time, active-imagination, working with our sacred wounds as well as our shadows and projections and confronting the inevitability of our own death.

Embodiment

Movement is what we are, not something we do” Emilie Condrad

Words can only take us so far. Where words end, the ancient wisdom of embodied experience begins. Engaging in the movement of life we remember our inherent wildness, our creatureliness. As we live more deeply in our bodies with all its grace and flaws we cannot help but become more compassionate to ourselves and towards all of life. We begin to return to a feeling of being at home in our bodies, perhaps for the first time since we were very small children.