“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”
Richard Wagamese died last year at the young age of 61yrs. His wisdom calls us to listen deeply, and to know the wilderness within us.
My body is a wilderness. To understand this, I need to inhabit it.
I need to contemplate, meditate, and reflect on it, just as I need to feed, water and exercise it for optimum fulfillment.
When I do that, when I allow myself to fully inhabit my body, I come to understand it as a wilderness; as a wild mix of sunlight and water, blood, bone and minerals, humus from oaks and pines, the residual dreams of my ancestors, the sound of the songs on a distant hill. Of drums and petitions to creation.
Of wolf songs and the random particles of exploded stars.
When I know my body in this way, I know myself and can celebrate the immense miracle of my being.
Yoga gives me that. So does breath work. Silence. Ceremony, and my feet planted softly on the skin of Mother Earth.