In Search of a Higher Perspective

I’m sitting in the window with the sun warming my back. It’s my favourite spot this time of the year when the house becomes so cold inside. Already we’ve had light snow in some parts of the country, which is completely bizarre for April. More and more, I’ll spend my days following the sun, searching for its loving warmth and inspiration as the cold days of winter approach. And I do need that warmth and inspiration so much today.

The late morning is passing by so quietly. I could almost believe that the world is a peaceful and gentle place right now, if it wasn’t for the sadness that I carry in my heart. I wonder too, if I deserve these quiet moments of peace and grace when chaos seems to be rising in this crazy world.

Good things have happened over the past few days. I went to the coast to attend my baby brother’s university graduation and I got to visit with one of my longest and dearest friends and her family over the weekend while I was there. I am grateful for these blessings because it was a much need break for my husband and I. I also got that fix of the ocean that I’d been craving for a while and just the sound of the waves and the feel of the water rushing over my feet has a way of washing the weight of the world off my shoulders.

However, on the flip side, devastating realities have reared their ugly head too. In recent weeks, my country has seen a spate of violent xenophobic attacks on foreign African nationals, our fellow Africans who are forced to come here in search of a better life. The violence is shocking, sickening and unacceptable. I’m sad and angered by what has happened. The issue of xenophobic/afrophobic affects me very deeply, considering that my husband is from Zimbabwe and that some members of my family have immigrated here from Mozambique and Zimbabwe. The attacks have been committed by a minority of ignorant, angry and criminal individuals. Yes, many are poverty stricken, face difficult circumstances and so much more needs to be done by government and by our society in general to uplift and empower these people. Be even so, there is no excuse for violence and savage attacks on innocent people.

Although poorly handled to begin with, the situation has died down now and government, police and the army have come to the party to arrest perpetrators, quell violence and protect the vulnerable. I am encouraged by those who’ve spoken out, protested against xenophobia and who’ve been actively involved in offering support and refuge to victims of and people vulnerable to xenophobic attacks. I’ve been doing my best to show solidarity, participate in protest and offer support and needed resources where I can. One has to wonder if any of this is enough in the long run.

And then there’s the hard hitting realisation that I cannot separate myself from those who have committed these violent acts however much I detest and protest against their actions and however small a minority they are of our greater country (the majority of the country’s people are disgusted and against these acts of violence). Because the reality is that when the rest of Africa and the world see what has happened, they see us as one country and one South African nation, which leaves me with a deep sense of shame, because this is not my South African as Jonathan Jansen put it. It’s not the South Africa that so many fought for and it betrays the legacy that our freedom fighters and good honest South African people have worked hard to created.

Its difficult not to get sucked into the collective pain body of this situation when I’ve so immersed in it. I keep reminding myself that these are the moments to breathe, stay rooted in a space of presence and to apply the spiritual practises that I believe so strongly in. These are the moments where I need to remember to draw on the wild wisdom of the Earth and to allow the Spirit to guide me through.

I was contemplating how I can be a part of solutions going forward, when this line from Sarah’s blog post just went straight to my heart:

“Let go and let God – relinquish ego and ask to be shown how to use this situation so that the best love and goodness is brought about for as many people as possible.”

Continuous practical actions are necessary to fix our fractured society and repair our moral compass. But just for to today, as I lean into the embrace of the sun’s warm, I take heed from Sarah’s words. I let go and allow myself to be guided to a greater perspective that serves the higher good of all.

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Dreamland and Drifting in Between

I dreamt of daffodil bulbs sprouting, their young leaves rising from the earth like graceful green ghosts…and then that I was standing in a valley taking photos of mist rolling over the green hills…and still I dreamt of a woman with sea foam white hair teaching me how to listen to the whispering trees in the forest.

When I woke up, my mind still drifting in between dreamland and reality, I remember thinking…

…there are angels in nature walking amongst the trees and whispering the secret language of sacred things.

And also that…

…mosses are a whole unknown world, in fact, a whole Universe of wisdom. They say that ‘rolling stones don’t gather moss.’ So to drink in great worlds of wisdom we must be still just like ancient rocks and boulders who rest in peaceful presence for eons and then allow the insights that rise from the Universe and from the quiet stirring within us to grow like moss on the moist edges of our consciousness.

Meanwhile, the autumn sun was rising somewhere behind the sea of grey clouds without me there to see it, and the garden was waking up wet from the early morning drizzle. It’s been a wetter autumn than usual and when I saw the rain-soaked oxalis leaves cropping up between the herbs it made me think of faeries and stories I should be writing for my children, if they ever come.

A morning like this can only lead to more enchantment unfolding as the day grows old. For that I am grateful.

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Wild Sister Guest: Stacey LL Couch (author of Gracious Wild: A Shamanic Journey with Hawks)

Note: It’s always so exciting to meet amazing wild sisters who share a profound connection with the wild Earth. I’m always blown away by the similarities in our experiences and am glad to find women who share common interests and views. Fellow author Stacey LL Couch is one of them. In her book, Gracious Wild, she writes about her incredible spiritual journey with hawks and how she went from being a scientist to walking a shamanic path. I’m grateful that she took the time to answer a few questions about her experiences and deep connection with Nature. (All pictures courtesy of Stacey LL Couch)


Wild Sister Guest: Stacey LL Couch

Author of Gracious Wild: A Shamanic Journey with Hawks

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Have you always had a strong connection with or interest in the natural world? When did you first become aware of that connection?

I have always had a strong draw to the natural world, animals in particular. A lot of my initial encounters with nature were through books actually. I lived in suburbia where there was little evidence of wild, untamed nature, but still I inventoried the birds and plant life in my neighbourhood. I kept ladybugs as pets and had a caterpillar spin a cocoon in a jar in my room. Whenever we went on vacations I brought my field guides with me. I loved picking wildflowers, collecting stones, and pressing leaves. I couldn’t fill my cup full enough of all the beauty and variety in the natural world. I wanted to know the names of everything I encountered from the tiniest flower to the biggest tree.

What led you to walk the shamanic path and to form a deeper spiritual connection with Nature?

I was lead to form a deeper spiritual connection with nature via a calling that came deep within my soul as well as an overpowering love in my heart.

I first learned about the shamanic path as a young girl through Jean Auel’s Clan of the Cave Bear series. The main protagonist in Auel’s books, Ayla, was a shaman and healer. I wished I had been born in another era so I could be her. Of course I never admitted this to anyone because I thought it was pure fantasy. Clarissa Pinkola Estes also talked to me about the shamanic way through her book Women Who Run with the Wolves, but I thought I needed to be from a particular tribe or lineage (which I wasn’t) to even entertain the idea of being a shaman.

Regardless of my belief in my own unworthiness for the path, I still encountered a shamanic initiation. During my time living alone on an island I experienced what I call an “accidental vision quest.” Here I was flooded with dreams of animals and loved ones who had passed.  During the day I had hawks, owls, ravens, and the wind as my only companions. I surrendered to the inevitable in my private life, giving in to what my soul hungered for, an experience of the Divine.

Not too long after that I had the opportunity to meet a current day shamanic practitioner and the combination of knowing it could happen as a vocation and seeing a live shaman at work changed everything for me. I first pursued it as a hobby. The path quickly became my vocation and now is my devotion.

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What kinds of challenges did you face when you shifted from a scientific background to a spiritually based shamanic path?

Most of the biggest challenges involved wrestling matches in my mind with fear. I was terribly afraid to let go of rational thinking because I had relied on that skill and honed it over the course of my whole life. I trusted my rational mind to offer me a sense of certainty, regardless of whether that certainty was an illusion or not.

I didn’t know how to trust my heart or my intuition. At first it felt like jumping off a cliff into a great abyss. I literally had panic attacks. I spent a couple of years wandering about professionally and grieving the loss of my reputation as a scientist. I felt small and insignificant in my ego, but overwhelmed and grateful in my heart.

For many years, I had to give up scientific thinking all together because I could not reconcile it with my intuitive self. Over time however, with the help of great teachers and great books, I was able to bring the two together. It was a marriage of the feminine and masculine, rational and intuitive.

What is the most profound lesson you’ve learned from your shamanic journey with hawks?

I learned that the wild ones, the animals, are speaking to us all of the time. We just need to practice awareness and learn how to listen. Opening up to their messages be they metaphoric or literal, results in life changing experiences that cause great healing.

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How has your journey changed your perception of Mother Nature?

Initially “Mother Nature” was a concept to me, a lovely one, but a concept none-the-less. I liked the idea of Mother Nature and honouring her, but my tendency towards logic kept me from sensing her for a long time. In my move to shamanism, I came into a deep love for her, but still the relationship was a one-way street as far as I could sense it.

I have a distinct memory of a spontaneous vision I had where Mother Nature appeared to me. In that moment, I understood that I was her employee.  That’s when I got that I was her journalist and publicist. It was strange how literal the message was and how still to this day I feel like I’m working for her.

I also sense Mother Nature in the grandest form now. That took years and years of praying in silence as well as countless hours being outside and just listening. The relationship has grown from a one-way street to an interconnected web of which everyone and I are a part. I have the fortune to glimpse the enormity of this on occasion.

You talk a lot about power animals. For those who may not be familiar with this idea, what is a power animal? How does one find their own power animal?

Simply put, a power animal is a guardian angel. A power animal is an animal in spirit form that travels with us, offers guidance, and protects us. Power animals are the same as totem animals or spirit animals. There are many names for the same thing.

There are a number of ways to find your power animal. You can find your power animal by having one appear in your dreams, by having an encounter with a wild animal out in nature, or by simply having an affinity for a certain animal. I have a free ebook on my website titled What is My Spirit Animal? How to Find and Understand Your Animal Guides. You can download it by going here: http://wildgratitude.com/what-is-my-spirit-animal/

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Do you believe that Nature can play a role in our personal healing? How so?

Nature can most definitely play a role in our personal healing. So much illness today is initiated and encouraged by our fast-paced, artificial lifestyle. Coming into a deeper relationship with nature helps us slow down and settle in to the magic that surrounds us. It is very easy to find hope in an emerging daffodil and love in birdsong. Both of these are great curatives.

It is nearly impossible to know all of the reasons why we fall ill or are injured, but when we have the opportunity to learn how to trust in the inherent genius of the natural world we are comforted.

From a shamanic perspective, I believe that healing of the soul is necessary for healing of the mind, heart, and body because the soul is the larger container in which these rest. Healing of the soul in shamanic work takes place in collaboration with nature’s healers. A soul that is whole and hopeful cannot be corrupted by any other ills and can endure great struggle.

Do you have any suggestions on how one can form a more soulful connection with Nature?

Silent time in nature either sitting or walking with no goal in mind starts to open the door to a more soulful connection. Practising mindfulness and opening your awareness to all that unfolds around you outdoors is also very effective. Really taking in how one plot of land changes through the seasons can be a great practice. Cataloguing the plants and animals that live in your neighbourhood and learning more about their life-cycles first engages the soul. As we discover the world through the eyes of an animal and see the drama of their lives unfold, we understand that they too have souls. Our soul wakes up to meet theirs.

What can we do to make a more positive contribution to healing the destruction done to Nature?

Love. I can’t stress loving kindness enough. We can think rationally with the mind what would make the most impact, but our actions will not make a ripple unless we move our action into the world with love. Thomas Merton wrote that “the beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.” This is an amazing model of how to love with our souls. If we can learn to stop twisting our relationships with each other and with the natural world to serve our own needs and love for the sake of loving like our soul longs us to do, the tiniest gesture will cause a cure. When we love for the sake of loving, we know at any given moment what is needed to heal.


 About Stacey

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Stacey L. L. Couch, Certified Shamanic Practitioner, works as a publicist and journ11080069_10206656726402568_134960096_nalist for Mother Nature and is the author of Gracious Wild: A Shamanic Journey with Hawks. She empowers people with the ability to explore life’s big questions by calling on nature, story and synchronicity as a source for guidance and healing. With her deeply rooted experience in the field of shamanism and passion for working with wildlife and rescue animals, Stacey has a unique blend of rational and mystical perspective that makes the world of shamanism easily accessible to others. She values mindfulness, wonder, and compassion in her daily spiritual practice. Learn More about Stacey: http://wildgratitude.com/about-stacey-couch-shamanic-practitioner/