Returning To Our Wild

When we are in a state of anxiety, we are often lifted out of our bodies and into the ruminating mind. A healing practice we can always trust in is to return to the ground. By using our senses intentionally in nature, we can return to a place within us that is naturally regulating, grounding and healing; allowing us to really be in the physicality of our experience. I hope you enjoy this short experiential poem, hand-curated to infuse a gentle calm into your body. Much Love, Sez

Transcript

For when you feel unsupported, Lay your body down on berth of sand or adrift the rippling bedcloth of water. Draw a crescent moon with your form against the drip line of tree. Feel grains loosen under weight of bones and blade curl beneath you. Feel salt lift aching body up upon its broad and foamy shoulders. Feel hushed by swamp oak lullaby that sings. All is well when knees are bent and heads are bowed. All is well when we return to our wild. And as you rest, Watch and listen to how the world responds to a body in need of healing. Sand will begin to cling to the high tails of wind and gently cover you in her sugary veil. Water will bounce you upon her lapping tide and ebb you into ease. Bird will serenade you from her balcony bough and you will be swept into the soft underbelly of a world being lived for you. Watch the wefting shadow of butterfly as she weaves you back together while bees make honey from the pollen of your stillness. Stay close enough to the ground that you can smell its sweet medicine and remove the flecks of screen dust from your fingertips by blackening your nails with the peaty reality of a life living just below this one. One that awaits to be rubbed between your fingertips and become a part of you. And from this ground, Sky will paint masterpiece after masterpiece for you. Just to remind you that all is well when knees are bent and heads are bowed. All is well when we return to our wild.

Reviews

The simple act of stopping to observe while being in nature keeps me forever centered, reminded of where priorities lay and what seems important often is not. While at the same time keeping what is most important always close. Thank you dear Sez for standing next to me in your poetry 🙏🔥

This is such an incredible track to listen to. Poetic, earthy, and real!

Wildly pleasing. Thank you. 🙏🏿

Thank you that was lovely like a beautiful poem. 🙏💜

Lovely❤️