Embodying Radical Respect for the Wild

Wild Roses, A Poem & Mandala

Lessons from the field captured in poetry and visual art.

The winds have been carrying the sweet herby scent of wild roses.

A warm breeze on a late spring evening with sun stretching into night puntuated with perfume riding the currents.

Pushed by the creeks and rivers along the mountain edges the wild ones calls are heard bouncing off the petals.

That’s how strong yet soft they are to hold against the air tides and say not yet, I’m still blooming.

That’s the kind of resolve the bees need from us. The kind of fierce love that doesn’t let go.

Yet can let go in surrender to a bigger vision that respects all life now and into the future.

Like silk ruffled between the leaves frolicking under the moon, I am here to witness and to lend my voice to the wilderness calling us within.

Our choices matter.

The call comes in various ways. It takes will to listen and devotion to then follow it through the noise.

If you come to the edge of the river and bend down to hear and to feel you will learn there was never a moment you weren’t called by this unnamed place.

Rocking between spaces the vibration is singing us home.

XON

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*All writting, audio, art, and photos created by Nichola tracking her path of liberation.