Making the case for rewilding the domesticated human On a recent walk in the Zimbabwean Bush our guide asked the question, ‘what is the difference between a wild and domestic animal?’ After contemplating for some time, each of us had come up with our own elaborate answer. In the end he announced, in his view it was simple: ‘Wild animals are scared of humans, domesticated animals are not.’ Whilst I liked his simplified take on the matter, I couldn’t help noting that keeping li

How honouring the in-between can be a doorway to sovereignty ‘...Stand Still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.’ This is a passage out of David Wagoner’s poem, Lost. The kindness of these words arrived at a time in my life when I was deep in what I like to call, ‘The Winter of my Soul’. It had been a deeply uncomfortable period of humiliation. A period which was now going on three years. Having spent a considerable amount of this time at the star

An examined life requires work A break down of the narrative The season arrived A humiliation, In the oldest, Truest, Meaning of the word To be stripped bare To go within, To seem gone, Back to the dirt, To feed our roots, To make them sturdy. To slowly Find our way back into light We grow again We ponder our reflection There they are. Subtle nuances to the human eye But visible more to the open mind Grace flows again To fill a heart To feed a curious mind. Poem and im

A Soul’s Winter is not contained within a certain amount of time, Rather, A Soul’s Winter is defined by the length of hibernation needed for the recuperation of the Soul. The onset of a Soul’s Winter can be recognised by the subtle (or sometimes overwhelming) Desire To go inside. To become very still. To be alone. As you do not know the length of a Soul’s Winter you must prepare for the long haul, ensuring the Soul can hibernate for as long as needed. Firstly, the Soul wi