So many shades of green, with brown and ochre in between, and flowers sewing up the edges with wild brambles and tidy hedges. I often long for higher hills, a mountain would be better still, but this flat landscape stretches wide, and touches an enormous sky on a horizon laced by wind-sculpted trees that dips to kiss the cold North Sea. The crumbling coast is bothered by waves erasing our existence day by day, while we walk its beaches in sun and cloud, wrapped in its ghostly sea-fret shroud.
Kim M. Russell, 17th August 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Re-Wilding Our Souls
This Monday, Sherry brings us words from Mary Reynolds Thompson’s poems, ‘Reclaiming the Wild Soul: How Earth’s Landscapes Restore Us to Wholeness’ and ‘In Praise of the Wild Soul’.
Sherry says her connection with the wild has sustained her through years of trauma, turbulence and loss. I agree that, for Mother Earth to heal, humanity must experience a societal shift, a transformation of consciousness, or be forced by escalating climate crises to learn how to live as part of our ecosystem, in an integrated, rather than a dominating way, and that healing the wound in nature heals the wound in ourselves.
Sherry acknowledges that different landscapes call to different people and, for our challenge asks us, what are our wild souls’ stories in relation to the landscapes we love? She wants us to write about the places that sing us home, the ones that call to our wild spirits, the places in all the world that invite our wild Selves out to play.