Songbirds Sing of Surrender

On my walk today, I noticed how I was striving to get up the hill in my usual power walking way. My chest was tight and determined, ready to shatter all obstacles in the way.  In the noticing though there was a deep awareness that I don’t have to push so hard any more. Whether that way has served me or not is up for debate, but let’s just say that now I know another way that feels a whole lot better. I slowed down and took some giant lunges, so I was still working but not striving so hard. I used to love to wail along to those songs about “nobody done told me life was gonna be this hard.” But now I know that those are just beliefs. Statements about whether life is easy or hard are just generalities that may be true or not. The thing is – how do they make you feel?

Life just is.

As I began to slow down, I realized I had neglected to notice that it was a beautiful fullsizeoutput_88spring day. I started listening to birds singing all kinds of incredible songs. One in particular caught my attention. It was as if the bird was singing harmony with itself as it warbled up and down the scales. It reminded my of the sound rain water makes on a metal roof only more melodic. 

I found a place to lie down and dropped deep into the nothingness and started to wonder.

I have used my will to meet goals and accomplish stuff. There is nothing wrong with will. It’s a function of the 3rd chakra and supports self esteem. Only problem is I spent much of my working life in fight or flight, handling one crisis after the next as if there was some constant invisible threat. That takes a toll on the adrenal glands to say the least. Is there another way to be besides being in that typical jacked-up, intense stress state? Or the opposite – collapsed in a heap trying to recover?

“Surrender to what is,” the songbirds remind me. “Surrender to nature, to your own true nature.  It doesn’t mean you are giving in or giving up. It does mean that your scared, fragile ego will have to stop fighting, running, resisting and pushing. It will thank your in the end. It doesn’t necessarily want you to buy into it’s panic. It just needs to be reined in, and then you can loosen the reins on your soul self. You are free as a bird ~ if you let yourself be.”

Ecotherapy – The Womb of Nature

I recently added Ecotherapy or Nature therapy to my website.  (Amy’s website) It reads:

Ecotherapy, an outdoor option for your therapy session, stems from the idea that people are part of the web of life, and that our psyches are not separate from our natural environment. It provides individuals with an opportunity to explore theirfullsizeoutput_20a relationship with nature and find metaphors and direct experiences that can restore well being. Studies have shown that people who engaged in the natural environment experienced improved mental health, because while we are shaped by the modern social world, our psyches have evolved and adapted to the natural environment. During an eco-therapy session, I will artfully guide you to experience a connection with the living energies of the natural world resulting in a deep and sacred sense of connection with your own spirit/soul/self.

While I have training in eco therapy, the real impetus for the offering is that I lost my office space. I was wondering what I was going to do, when a friend, who knows my love of nature, suggested it. Clients were actually eager to try ecotherapy, and it has IMG_0536been a wonderful experience. Gazing out over the Pacific Ocean, a client talked about the waves of flack that were coming her way at work, and she made an art piece to work with the energies. Another client was admitting her problems with boundaries in her life, when a hawk swooped by being chased by a very vocal smaller bird very clear about her boundaries.

When you are open to it, nature has a way of coming to our aid and holding us in just the way that our souls need.

Soul initiation is often described as a death and a second birth. Like entering a cocoon, your first ego dies and a soul-rooted ego is birthed, not from culture this time, but from the womb of nature.                  ~Bill Plotkin