THE WILD WAYS
soul, the natural world & the ecological imagination
(the sister website to fire-in-the-head).
When they ask where I am, tell them:
Gone into leaf and stone and water
Gone into bone, and bird, and air.
~ Roselle Angwin
SOUL, ECOTHERAPY & THE ECOLOGICAL IMAGINATION
NOVEMBER 2019: There is still time to book for the next intake on what has proved to be an exciting and inspiring yearlong online Tongues in Trees course. The 2020 one begins on the winter solstice of 2019. One or two places available for the mentored option.
Almost all of my work now, most of it outdoors, is dedicated to offering creative and inspiring ways of changing our relationship to ‘self’ and to other, especially to the rest of nature.
- What does it mean to live with soul and integrity in a world on the brink?
- How might we best experience ourselves as an integral part of the whole web of life, in deep ensouled relationship to the other-than-human?
- How can we change our worldview so that we can help the planet in its distress and destruction at our hands, and how can we help ourselves to live fulfilling, profounder, less consumer-oriented lives?
- What healing powers can poetry, myth and story bring to a modern quest for wholeness?
NB that in 2020 I’m focusing on 3 aspects only of my work: the Islands of the Heart courses on Iona, the distance learning Tongues in Trees course and a new ecosoul project, and completing a book on trees and its companion book on the Lost Feminine.
‘The earth does not belong to us; we belong to the earth.’
How wonderful, how world-changing, it would be if that were a genuinely-lived truth for our species. The intention of my work, both books and courses is, at our time of extinction and climate emergencies, to help make this a commonly-experienced reality for at least a few of us.
Though my courses and retreats are often described as individually therapeutic and transformative, I want to emphasise that the work is intended as much to heal our fractured relationship with the rest of nature as to have nature help heal our personal and collective wounds. (Of course, the two are deeply interconnected, and in making the one journey we usually inevitably make the other. It’s a question of what we choose to emphasise at what time.)
Although my work falls loosely into the ‘ecotherapy’ and also ‘soul medicine‘ categories, I believe that what I’m doing is unique.
Essentially, my work is about waking up to our natural deep belonging in this interconnected web that nourishes us all; our shared home. This is not theoretical, but brought about from time shared quietly, creatively and deeply outdoors. The three main strands in my practice are the soul and the imaginal life, deep ecology and depth psychology, seasoned with story, myth, poetry and that over-used word ‘mindfulness’ (via my 40-year-long Zen practice).
You can read more under Earth, Cosmos, Psyche
Please note that all my courses involve some writing, both as ‘process’ (for enquiry, exploration, reflection) and ‘product’ (creative expression). You don’t need to be a ‘good’ writer, however. In June 2019, The Telegraph listed my Islands of the Heart retreat on the Isle of Iona as ‘one of the world’s [ten] best creative writing holidays’. (The Guardian gave one of my courses a full page feature back in 1998.) Most of my courses involve time outdoors, slowly walking, often in shared silence.
NEW FOR 2019: the latest offering in my WILD WAYS eco-soul work.
TONGUES IN TREES is a distance learning course rooted (ha!) in tree lore, tree botany, tree spirit medicine and the Celtic Tree Alphabet that came into being at the winter solstice 2018 full moon. Through creative and outdoor practice over a year of monthly teachings participants are encouraged to become intimate with a number of indigenous British trees, and more deeply immersed in the true magic of the tree realm.
NEXT INTAKE: Winter Solstice 2019. More details on the link.
If you would like to hear ‘River Suite’, my long Dartmoor/Devon poem, click here.
© Roselle Angwin, 1991–2019
Freedom. It isn’t once, to walk out
under the Milky Way, feeling the rivers
of light, the fields of dark –
freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine
remembering. Putting together, inch by inch
the starry worlds. From all the lost collections.