Revivified and Untamed

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Are we getting the spiritual food and soul shelter we need to get through this coronatime. Do we have a strong enough tree to withstand being blown down by economic forces as well as virus? Are we part of deep communities that warm and nurture us? Can we escape from the bleak cold material life of urban living and screen-deep cyberspace full of overload of information, banality and consumerism?

A way which helps me, to find peace and resilience – to be rooted, is to clear the space. As well as beautiful scent like an incense or oil, sound can also be used. The sound of a ring of a bell heard by our ears (or tingling on an empty wine glass) can give a beautiful resonance and vibration to hear. As can a self healing bath of milk and oats and honey, a mantra to the angel of relaxation Amiel (AH-MEE-ELL), a crisp apple to bite into with tang and juice (May 29th this week is Old Apple Day in England, an old pagan folk ceremony), a garden flower to admire and smell, a star in the night sky (or Halley’s Comet) to observe and marvel at (or a Space X dragon flight into new frontiers of space).

We can say a prayer to the Mother goddess, some poetry to create on muse upon, a virtual zoom experience into dappled light of a forest bathe walk in green trees, cutting off dead leaves on the balcony plants to encourage new shoots, watching a full moon and making a wish, enhancing your intuitive and divination skills with a pendulum or tarot deck, a look at your horoscope, a Faun playlist on Spotify, some rose otto and frankincense essential oils blended in a body wash, the taste of a real strawberry, a face cream full of Melissa oil, honey in your tea and salt in dishes by your doors to clean with healing sage and purifying rosemary.

What else can bring joy? Pomegranates sharp and rich, camphor and spikenard in the burner or diffuser, cinquefoil and hyssop in my magical bath, dragon’s blood and bitter herbs for Mars energy. Some positive psychology, some soul writing, a journal, nature therapy, yoga, coaching, prayer, gardening, books, family time, movies, music and magic. All these daily practices can bring peace, calm and happiness. They can help bring a sense of clarity, courage, strength, alignment and connection, confidence, self-love, self-belief, faith in the future, beauty and truth.

The world can unravel around us but even as we honour the pain we can be grateful for the lesson. We can integrate our anguish and anxiety rather than repress it. We can create new clean energy for purposeful values-based action. We can be badass spiritual renegades on a mission to reconnect the world, to go forth with a can-do attitude, to celebrate resilience and creativity in transitions and to embrace new systems thinking as well as relearn old ancient ways long forgot. We can inhabit a new deep ecology both within and without, we can be a living nature. We can root-out illusion of separateness and get our whole self healed. We can start a sacred practice (writing for example) and begin a personal journey to co-create life sustaining societies around us. For what is the cost of ignoring the soul pain from within, for muffling its cries? There is a price to self-repression and a cost for freedom.

Self care helps us shine brightly and most authentically into the chaos and come out of the lockdown. We can create new habitats, purify ourselves and safeguard our loved ones’ wellbeing. In a primal way, we can come back to life. We can build new lives as a response to the realities we face. We can create practical and emotional resilience in an uncertain future. We can un-dreaden and un-deaden.

We must embrace 'learned optimism' (as Martin Seligman says) and boot-out 'learned helplessness'. We can look at the harsh reality and seek solutions, we can contribute and maintain active hope. We will not be rescued but rescuer – because at the end of the day, Life IS Resilient – by its very design and nature. 

Like a modern druid or urban shaman rising from the ruins, we can dream a new Dreamtime. Howling into the wind with our wild wolf pack.


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