Going Feral

Lost

Stand still.The trees ahead and bushes beside you

Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask it permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you.

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows

Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner

Renewing my commitment to spending time at least out of doors into whatever green I can, if not completely out of reach or out of ear shot of trains, cars, and people. Playing with the idea of  Friday Foray, in which I go out, regardless of weather, to be with the Ravens, Wrens, Trees and Bushes and further my knowing and being known. To harvest plants or to just spend time with the green ones and the brook and the sky and the Mouse Buzzard. And then maybe posting about it to keep me honest and to reflect on and report what I have heard and been touched by. And also longing desperately and deeply for mountains and wilderness and hatching plans for when and how as soon as possible to get out into them. Anyway, that is what is important for me at the start of the new year- spending more time outside, committing afresh to study and spiritual practice, and giving energy to my Tai Chi and bodywork practice. Blessings.