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REWILD YOURSELF by Caroline Mellor

This poem is intended as a remembering that rewilding is a process which begins inside...
  
I wrote this poem after being inspired by movements such as Rewilding Britain and Treesisters. These collectives, and many more like them, are working to re-establish wild spaces in nature, planting trees, re-introducing indigenous species, restoring broken ecological relationships, repairing the Great Self to wholeness.

We can all outwardly play our part by supporting movements such as these and by striving towards a more harmonious, integral relationship with the natural world. This poem is intended as a remembering that rewilding is a process which begins inside...

It is an honouring of what it means to be human and alive in this time of great transition. It is a spiritual attendance to the interconnectedness of all life, which transcends separation and fragmented notions of us/them and humanity/nature.

Through slowing down, listening, opening, surrendering, connecting and asking what really matters, we can connect to the mystery, wisdom, perspective, freedom and beauty of our inner landscapes, giving rise to great journeys of the soul and enabling bold leaps of creativity, compassion and courage.

In doing this, we may reclaim the wild through our own psyches. We may become wildflowers in the wasteland. We may come fully into our power, and realize our potential to be the medicine the world needs. Put simply, what we do to the planet, we do to ourselves, and vice versa.

Now is the time to find our way back to wildness, back to ourselves, and back home.

“Let the great rewilding of the world begin with you. 
Let yourself be absorbed into something larger and less tame
 than your isolated self.” 
~ Lorraine Anderson~

 Rewild Yourself
by Caroline Mellor

There are places in you
Where thousands of bright, tiny flowers
Open each morning to the sun
In meadows as vast as the sky.

An ancient alchemy courses through your bones.
It speaks in feathers and stones and
precious metals and the footprints of mandalas
left by the stories we tell with our lives.

Rewild yourself.
Until green tendrils sprout from your fingernails
And lichen swathes your eyebrows.
Rewild yourself.
Until your roots spread and uncoil and
Writhe down through soil and rock.
Rewild yourself.
Rise up into your magnificence and
Take your place among the constellations.
Rewild yourself.
The Earth is her own medicine.
Be yours.

(First published at Rebelle Society, here.)



Caroline Mellor lives close to the sea and the green hills of southern England with her daughter, cat, and husband. As well as being a mum, writer and massage therapist, she enjoys traveling, one-pot cookery, gardening, Yoga, and drinking red wine. When not partaking in one of the above, she is probably daydreaming about her next holiday. You can connect with Caroline through her Facebook page here or her blog here. 







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  1. Yea,someday humans will return to the wild for their existence! It is inevitable!

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  2. So beautiful, conjuring a memory deep in the cells of where we come from. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you Leslie, such a joy to connect with you x

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