A warm welcome to SOULand
SOULand is a response to our traumatised, collapsing and transforming world.
It is a the vision of Place and a growing Programme of maturing eARTh based rituals
to support the accompaniment of what is dying while welcoming and Making the World of our Longing ~
One Maturing Soul at a Time...
it is a graceful gesture of soul, courage and beauty
~ a Great Give Away ~ it is Soul Activism. Azul-Valerie Thome
It is a the vision of Place and a growing Programme of maturing eARTh based rituals
to support the accompaniment of what is dying while welcoming and Making the World of our Longing ~
One Maturing Soul at a Time...
it is a graceful gesture of soul, courage and beauty
~ a Great Give Away ~ it is Soul Activism. Azul-Valerie Thome
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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
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We will be creating spaces for Soul to feel welcome again.
We will learn with courage to feed, care, court and praise Her back into being.
I look forward to a deep and wild conversation with you all in the company of
Grief, Love, Death and Life
as if our Wild and Precious Life truly Matters.
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.