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Embodied Rituals for Skin + Soul

Winter Wildcrafting

Katie Gordon

I've made a new commitment to my soul.  I'm going to spend one whole day EVERY WEEK outdoors.  Whether it's hiking, at the beach, riding bikes, gardening, or a combination of many things, my heart is happiest when I spend A LOT of time outside.  When I can breathe in fresh air, bury my hands in the dirt, walk through sand and water with bare feet, feel the wind on my face. view from ortega

This commitment was inspired by the words of an 11-year old homeschooled boy who I saw interviewed.  When asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, answered, "I want to be happy.  What do I want to do?  I don't know yet.  I need to try a few more things."

As a dear friend of mine pointed out the other day, we're taught in school how to make a living, not how to live.  And then we wonder why so many adults are on medication for depression, anxiety, and heart conditions.  This isn't to say that some people don't have a real medical condition that requires treatment, but how many health conditions are really illnesses of the soul?

 

Motherwort: Heart Medicine

 

I also noticed something interesting...

Some chronic back pain (at the back of my heart...big surprise) that has been bothering me for years COMPLETELY DISAPPEARS when I'm outside doing something I love, usually involving romping through forests or tall grass, talking to trees, listening to plants...the usual.

mushrooms on a dead tree

So this Sunday I informed one of my friends and fellow adventurers that we were going hiking and harvesting plants for new potions to be sold here.  Of course we "accidentally" got lost and ended up spending all day climbing up trees, wandering off the trail (which we were specifically told NOT to do), getting covered in mud, and gathering some beautiful plants.  I returned home smelling like sage and pine, covered in dirt, with twigs, thistles, and bits of grass stuck in my hair.  And blissfully exhausted.

inside a tree