A warm welcome to SOULand ~ a Programme to engage and support
the Maturing of Soul & Making the World of our Longing
the Maturing of Soul & Making the World of our Longing
If 2018 was for SOULand about entering the tempering realm
of Mass Extinction, Systemic Collapse and Grief Composting.
2019 is about Praising Anima Mundi, Making & Offering the World of our Longing and Welcoming the places of Wild&Deep Belonging.
'SOUL Activism is when Maturing as a Species
becomes a Graceful and Rebellious act!'
Azul-Valérie Thomé
"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 create spaces of sacred beauty for Soul
to feel welcome again.
We will learn with courage to feed, care, court and praise Her
back into being by Making the World of our Longing.
We look forward to a deep and wild conversation with you all in the company of Grief, Love, Death and reBirth
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.
