14/06/2021
The recovery of the indigenous soul is imperative.~
For several million years we have been shaped by the landscape, by wind and mist, wolf howl and sunset. We were inseparable from nature and knew ourselves only in relationship with all our kin. We shared this world with an astonishing array of animals, birds, insects and plants, surrounded by trees, rivers and mountains. We were one among many, finding our way in common among those with whom we shared this sentient terrain. The indigenous soul carries the long evolutionary story of our species set intimately in the context of the wild world. It is the part of our psychic life that we hold in communion with the life that moves around us.
It was this setting that gave the soul its shape. Our psychic lives were made here, on the plains, in woodlands, near lakes and hills. Our original spirituality emerged along with a growing awareness that all things were bound together in a seamless web of life. Chief Seattle reminds us and modern physics affirms that, “All things are connected.” When we walk in nature, some piece of us quickens and knows the truth of this fact. We are connected with all things and they are our kin.
The indigenous soul lives close to the ground, to moss, river and loon. It moves in springs and wind, is close to the breath of coyotes. It is scratched on rock walls around the planet, is seen dancing around firelight and is heard in stories told under the canopy of stars. The indigenous soul is the thread of our humanness woven inextricably with the world. Where all things meet and exchange the vitality that is life, there is soul.
The indigenous soul is immense. That is why we come alive when we move near the energies that inhabit the world: rivers, deserts, mountains, woodlands. Some arc leaps from our being and creates a link with this otherness, reminding us of our closeness to the living world and with one another. Our loneliness is tied up entirely with our loss of contact with these deeper truths. We can never be lonely in this world once we relearn how to continually feel our deep connection with it. When the finches sing, our ears become enamored with their beautiful call, and if we have but ears to hear, we know and feel the corresponding cadence in our soul and offer our song back to the world.
When we pause, even for a brief time and realize our affection for the world, we live a more inclusive and relational life. We remember our place as one among many–at home, sacred and blessed. We are inseparably linked to nature. We ARE nature.~
excerpts from: http://www.wisdombridge.net/reclaiming-the-indigenous-soul.html
