WMtE13 – Weaving ourselves back into co-ecolution

Because of the constellation lunch was late and we reconvened halfway the afternoon, back on the porch where we had this incredible interweaving with nature the day before. Judy invited us to check in, but we were silent, nobody spoke. Sitting in a half circle we were all facing outwards, with nature filling half of the circle.

loooooooooooong silence…

What if our soul becomes the leader of the pack, so that the ego can rest?

Is there a purpose why this frog and this bee ended up here?

Maybe not-knowing is less frightening in a collective?

Maybe ‘weaving ourselves back into nature’ is not right, and we are weaving ourselves back into co-evolution?

This last thought was kind of new to me. It made me humble to realize, as a human being, how we co-evolved with all around us, visible and invisible. We are so used to think of ourselves as on top of the food chain, and being like that forever – unchangable. But we are also part of evolution and we co-evolve, with the earth, just as this butterfly is linked with this specific flower and plant and co-evolved with it over time. As humans we are small and also under influence of these larger, bigger forces. Seeing ourselves within this co-evolution, maybe, brings us back into wholeness?

There is a mystery at heart of his co-evolution, something that we probably will never understand. We better enjoy it, enjoy its unfolding, instead of being frightened by the unknown in it.

Back to the overall question of our gathering: What if we could experience being natural, wild beings in a collective, in deeper mutual relationship with natural rhythms and cycles of the earth? important insights came up.

The wild is what is.
Simple sentence, but with profound implications.
The wild is what is.
This tied me back to the importance of witnessing; the noticing, the seeing of what is present – including the being seen, and being witnessed. As someone summed it up: In resonance the wildness is present.

So wildness is not how we normally picture it: being wild like a wild lion in the bush, or being wild as drunken youngsters in a music festival. No, being wild is being indigenous, in mutual relationship with all aspects of what exists around us. It is being in resonance with all of life – the pro-verbial plastic bags included.

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