A Litany of Wild Graces

REWILDING THE HUMAN HEART

 

 

Come Rewild Your Heart With Me!

 

Would you like to deepen your Kinship with Nature and rewild your own heart?  Would you like to share this with your family as well?  Join me as I teach a five-week Kinship with Nature course through LifeWays during July!  This course is designed for all adults, yet includes an added focus on family. We’ll explore earth, water, fire, air, minerals, plants, animals and the invisible worlds.   We will be engaged with song, movement, stories, breathwork, scientific understandings, Jungian explorations, inner inquiry, hands-on activities and more. I hope you will join me!  For more info and to register: https://lifewaysnorthamerica.org/workshops_training/kinship-with-nature-is-a-family-affair/

 

Here are thoughts to inspire your participation.  The following is from my blog a few years ago:

 

“Today the children and I returned to the garden playground!  Last autumn, after the Harvest Festival, the children and their parents came to school for a Saturday picnic, to “put the garden to bed”.  But now in the spring we return to the garden, the song of the stream and the graceful poplars that shade us.

 

It is such a gift to teach these young souls, here in the generous arms of Nature.  The children develop intimate relations with the insect and animal world, from the army of worms they unearth ~ and re-earth ~ to the song of the wood-thrush they hear and the footprints of the raccoon in the mud beside the creek.

 

Original peoples pray by intoning “All My Relations.”  The children, also, talk of the great family of Nature: our best friends the Rain Fairies, their mother The Grandmother Rain Cloud,  Brother Wind, Father Sun, Mother Earth.  These children have the foundation laid for a life lived experiencing humanity as part of a great seamless Unified Being.  This is preparation for the only future we can sustain.  This is our one hope, and they bring their up- springing joy to it!”

 

And here is a bit of science: You, the adult, are crucial to the child’s Nature Connection:

 

“Researchers analyzed data from children and their parent/guardian to investigate factors associated with children’s nature connectedness. Of all variables considered, including frequency of nature visits, an adult with high nature connectedness in the same household was the strongest predictor of children’s nature connectedness. The study highlights the vital role parents/guardians play in nurturing children’s nature connectedness and calls for policies and programs that support nature connectedness among adults who are influential in children’s lives.

 

A study investigating the role of early childhood educators in outdoor learning considered how teachers in Norway engaged young children in foraging and gardening activities. Researchers found that teachers’ roles centered upon leading with enthusiasm and curiosity, following children’s interests and encouraging exploration. Teachers’ own engagement and enthusiasm for adventurous outdoor experiences inspired children’s engagement and enthusiasm. The research affirms that teachers are important role models in engaging children in nature-based learning.[i]

 

Come experience the difference between nature appreciation, which can involve distanced concepts, and a deep “skin to skin” relationship with our other than human siblings.

 

I hope to take this journey with you!

 

With Green Blessings,

Sharifa


[i] https://www.childrenandnature.org/resources/research-digest-nature-mentors-and-role-models/

 

Animalia

 

It is an early spring this year. Crocuses and daffodils bloom in the chill mornings while forsythia buds swell; they are yellow flags in the warm late afternoon sun.  Bluebirds inspect their house beside the rose arbor and goldfinches empty the feeders by midafternoon.  Today a sparrow and I entered a poignant conversation between bodies.  Tentative, trusting, waiting, hoping….

 

I.

She hears a small thud

against the window.

Sparrow huddles,

breath coming fast,

blinks as the woman

bends to hold her.

 

No flutter of wings

quieter still

inside the basket.

The woman pulls

soft flannel close

steps back inside.

 

II.

Forest animals

she bows to by day

return to her

under moonlight. 

They inhabit her dreams

 

            She holds a wedding

            bouquet of living snakes

           

            Bees deposit honey

            into her lap

 

            Birdsong becomes

            elixir in a crystal vial

 

            A stag with diamond antlers

            stands in shallow creek water

 

Her house of dreams

is a living bestiary

herds, packs, flocks, schools

species, times, seasons, eons

are waves on the sea

rising, merging, rearranging

patterns of furred, finned

 feathered bodies

surfacing and receding

 

III.

When humans stood to walk

face forward, gaze level

the underside

~ belly, womb, heart ~

were exposed

vulnerable for the first time.

 

Rolling over

wolves submit

with a lowered head

tail tucked

underbelly soft and visible.

 

The woman rounds

her body, bends low

forehead on the ground

to bow bare

before the Sacred.

 

IV.

One sparrow

the weight of feathers

and a heartbeat

launches into flight

from a basket rim.

 

From my book A Litany of Wild Graces: Meditations on Sacred Ecology.  For Nature Inspirations to arrive in your inbox, scroll down to Subscribe.  And click on the Books tab to order your own copy.

 

Photo by Anastasiya Romanova on Unsplash

Become New Again


 

Now it is the time of Imbolc, an ancient Celtic feast that celebrates new life stirring underground. As seeds roll over in their winter sleep it is incumbent upon us as well, to awaken to our highest human ideals.  In these pre-springtime days let’s feel- into the crucial question “who can we become,” as a solution to our global crisis?  The earth is calling us to become new again!  

 

Importantly, it is not simply what we do, but also who we are as we act.  Let us learn new and ancient ways of being human, in right relationship with all life.  This consciousness will arc out in resonant fields and work in conjunction with all the good actions that must be done.

Together let’s pick up the primordial thread of Oneness and ~ through meditations, dreams, ceremony, through honor and gratitude ~ explore our biological-spiritual roots in the cosmos.   Let’s carry this thread of the sacred into the future.  We do this for our children, our children’s children and to the seventh generation.  

 

We bring with us not only the traditional wisdom regained through right relationship with all our fellow earthlings, but also the rich treasures our new science offers.  The ancient knowledge and new science converge at this time as a fresh chapter arising within the very old love story of earth and cosmos.  In collaboration with Gaia, we can help speak wholeness into being.

 

From my book A Litany of Wild Graces.  For earth inspirations to arrive in your inbox, scroll down and SUBSCRIBE!   https://www.sharifaoppenheimer.org

Only Love is Strong Enough

Only Love is Strong Enough

 

We walk into a New Year which is filled with the terrors created by the prevailing Story of Domination and Exploitation.  Yet the very ancient seeds of healing and wholeness, which have lain dormant for centuries, are stirring underground.  These ever-new, ever-eternal energies are too subtle to be caught in the web, the glare of news media and social media….yet they are powerfully awakening and a chorus of voices is singing this new birth into being.

 

“Wild, uninhibited love is the single force powerful enough to send us head over heels, out of our minds and into our bodies; to bring us home to our senses. The enchantments of the senses ~ the same magic used by the flower who seduces a honey bee to carry pollen for his petalled love ~ hope to entice you to love the world in ways you have forgotten.  Carry this breath of devotion into the world….

 

To become bellows

that blow the spark of love,

kindling human hearts.

 

To set ablaze a love-fire

that burns out dead wood

~ domination, greed, exploitation ~

and leaves fertilizing ash.

 

To impregnate minds,

and midwife the birthing

of the new

 

To love the world is to walk the path of restoration and regeneration: a radical new-and-ancient relationship that sustains the one-being we have always been.   And now we become again.” **

 

Let’s begin the New Year with Martin Shaw’s words ringing in our hearts:

“What we need is a great, powerful, tremulous falling back in love with our old, ancient, primordial Beloved, which is the Earth herself.”

 

 With Love, Sharifa

 ** From my book A Litany of Wild Graces; click on the Books tab to order.

New Year Wishes

Winter Forest

It is quiet and slow in the winter forest, at the dawn of this New Year.  Stop and breathe for a moment.  Join me as I walk the Winter Labyrinth; she is wearing her subtle colors and the song of the wind is low, sweet. I pause, reach down and….

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Winter ~ Slow ~ Quiet

 

In winter dawn’s pure

shadowless light

            mountain’s north face

shapes emerge, recede.

Her slow pace stops

she bends

holds in her palm

the smooth

flat hip bone

            last winter’s venison

weathered to a richly

embroidered surface.

 

She sees synaptic deltas

of her mind

reflected in bone’s

fractalline calcium terrain.

Fingertips trace

its ivory in

ever repeating

diminishing

patterns.

She gazes soft, open.

Its infinite living form

refracts outward

visible in forest’s

fine tapestry

            stone, mycelium, bark

 

Her branching

veins, arteries

are reiterated

in bare winter’s

intricate, eloquent limbs

in reindeer moss

etched by crystals of frost

and velvet lichen

grown chocolate brown

on walnut trunk’s

north side.

We honor the Animal Realm, as we approach Solstice.


#15 As we approach Solstice, this week we honor the Animal Realm.

A medieval principle of kinship invites us to imagine that all of nature….as well as we humans, feels rising anticipation for the return of the light. In the time preceding Solstice, week by week, each of the realms is honored and recognized as kin. In this vein, I offer you ~ week by week ~ a poem honoring mineral, plant, animal and human. These are from my book A Litany of Wild Graces. Click on the Books tab to order!

Animal

Wide cretaceous wingspan
heron descends in majesty
steps high
with ancient grace
through autumn’s garden stream.
Cool intense gaze
studies creek-bank
stream bed
plucks a
crayfish midstream
an elegant Asian woman
she reaches with chopsticks
to extract a plump water chestnut.
Woman moored at the window
a slight quiver trembles between
shoulder blades
as bird ascends
cruising
with slow deep wing beats.

Coyote prints in mud
bear scat amid birdseed
possum’s marsupial parenthood:
we bow to
their warm blood
salute the sun-being
who walks across
his blue arch
raying out beneficence
generosity.
The father of all incandescence
brings light
by the gift of fire.
Our limbs are warm
hearts ablaze
free.

Photo by Pixnio

Nature's realms, and we humans, settle-in during mid-winter. We all wait for the Solstice.

A medieval principle of kinship invites us to imagine that all of nature….as well as we humans here in the temperate northern hemisphere…. is settled deeply into midwinter. As we wait, we feel rising anticipation for the return of the light and the coming of springtime warmth. In the time preceding Solstice, week by week, each of the realms is honored and recognized as kin, as we wait together. In this vein, I offer you ~ week by week ~ a poem honoring mineral, plant, animal and human. These are from my book A Litany of Wild Graces. If you’d like to hear these poems, go to the Sacred Earth Thread’s videos. If you have young children, look for stories of the realms of nature on the Family Life Thread ‘s videos. I hope these offerings bring you warmth and light.

Mineral

Minerals are stardust
coalesced in deep space

messengers of light

shot from Sagittarius’ bow.

Luminous arrows travel

through a new sun’s orbit.

Pulled by love’s gravity
they shape the intelligence of light

into Appalachia’s igneous core.

Electromagnetic signatures ray invisibly

from caves’ palpable dark.

Woman-in-mountain is our sister

breasts twin peaks
waist a deep valley
hips rising smooth

long thigh bone a treeless ridge.

Her timeless gaze
illumines evening’s blue ridge.

Her minerals tumble
through our blood
like stones
carried in highland freshets

come to rest for a time
in our shoulder blades, ribs

then flow on
to nourish sacred ground.