A warm welcome to SOULand
SOULand is a response to our traumatised, collapsing and transforming world.
It is a growing Programme of soul rooted rituals, resilience trainings, eARTh and deep mentorship
to restore our humanity back to a sane relationship with the Earth, mature the human soul
and Make the World of our Longing as a graceful gift to Life.
Knowing now it is probably to late for us and... 'Dancing the Wild Dance of no Hope'
It is a vision of a great gesture of gratitude to Earth.
It is soul activism.
—Azul-Valérie Thomé, founder of SOULand
It is a growing Programme of soul rooted rituals, resilience trainings, eARTh and deep mentorship
to restore our humanity back to a sane relationship with the Earth, mature the human soul
and Make the World of our Longing as a graceful gift to Life.
Knowing now it is probably to late for us and... 'Dancing the Wild Dance of no Hope'
It is a vision of a great gesture of gratitude to Earth.
It is soul activism.
—Azul-Valérie Thomé, founder of SOULand
'Soul Activism is when Maturing as a Species becomes a graceful and rebellious act!'
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"Virtually all native cultures that have survived without fouling their nests have acknowledged that nature knows best, and have had the humility to ask the bears and wolves and ravens and redwoods for guidance." Janine Benyus We will be creating spaces for Soul to feel welcome again. |
A Vision
A Poem by Wendell Berry
If we will have the wisdom to survive,
to stand like slow-growing trees
on a ruined place, renewing, enriching it...
then a long time after we are dead
the lives our lives prepare will live
here, their houses strongly placed
upon the valley sides, fields and gardens
rich in the windows. The river will run
clear, as we will never know it,
and over it, birdsong like a canopy....
On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down
the old forest, an old forest will stand,
its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots.
The veins of forgotten springs will have opened.
Families will be singing in the fields.
In their voices they will hear a music
risen out of the ground....
Memory,
native to this valley, will spread over it
like a grove, and memory will grow
into legend, legend into song, song
into sacrament. The abundance of this place,
the songs of its people and its birds,
will be health and wisdom and indwelling
light. This is no paradisal dream.
Its hardship is its possibility.