alchemy of prana

Magnificent awe. That is what I see in the weather, feel in its changes, know deep in my embodiedness as I walk this fine earth and get to know myself through the interactive aliveness of existence.

There is a false dichotomy between nature and the human world, a persistent story for hundreds or perhaps thousands of years that asserts that we humans are somehow outside of, beyond, or greater than and different from the wilder-than-human world.

A blog exploring the ecopsychological concept of ecological identity. What are your earliest memories of feeling deep connection to/with/in the wild earth? What are your recent memories of this? Where do you wander back to in your psyche, dreaming of some vista or moment of deep meaning?

Time in a wilderness environment can often return us to our embodied way of being alive (Williams, 2019). The weather, the landscape, the wild ones, the way the water moves, all become aspects of aliveness which call to and echo outward the depth of our vibrant animal bodies and transpersonal potentials.

Maybe no one told you this lately, but we are all going to die. We will, each of us, breathe out a last breath, take a last step, see the sunrise for a last time, touch the cheek and hand of our most intimate, and depart this living world.

There is an art to how we listen to one another, to how we might open ourselves beyond interpretation and explanation and lean in to the lived experience of another. Really, this can be and has been referred to in many ways throughout human culture.

Like water in a parched desert, the animistic songs and silence seeped into the ancient and new soil of place and soul, while Raven...

I have been playing and writing music for over forty years. A while back, I recorded three albums. Currently, I have about fifty songs...

Encountering ecological amnesia is the focus of this blog, which explores the impacts of humans on the wild earth and who we can navigate it

Exploring how our human limitations can be a gift which brings us deeper into the experience of being alive.

a collection of recent poetry by tbird

Is fasting hard? This blog explores the interconnected questions about the difficulty of fasting and why one might choose to fast.

When we speak of making sacred, thresholds have a few distinct meanings.

The wind blows strong in this glorious light, lines of snow pulled outstretched off the high peaks to my south. The engine quiet, I sit...

What if the sixth extinction, global climate change (as outlined by the IPCC), habitat loss and deforestation, and the ongoing exploitation

If I mention the word radical, what comes to mind? What do you see or feel?

It was the shells. They were too thin. The Eagle chicks were not surviving their way into this world.

One of the barebones of the ceremony to which we align and were brought into as budding guides is that there are no rules to ceremony–-no...

We stood in the darkened night, moon conjoined with planet over the vast snowfield as the snowy mountain looked upon us from the far...

embrace solitude, reflection, heart-community, and nature