I’ve long been a disciple of yoga. But a few years ago a Tarot card reading told me what I’d come to suspect – that working with nature was my soul work now. I resisted at the time, because I wasn’t sure what it all meant, and how it might change not only my yoga practice and teaching, but the way I lived my life.
Arriving to this place of departure took years, because as yoga slowly returned me to my body, I began to discover another place within myself. One that was vast but comforting, sometimes dark, sometimes light, but always peaceful and steadying. And as I learned how to more easily ground in this inner space, I began to sense and feel things that could not be put into words, but held my attention, wanting to be named.
This I noticed happened most often in nature. Walking outdoors amongst the woodlands and hills, my body would respond, breathing would slow and deepen, my spirits would lift, and a kind of bubbly sweet sensation would burble in my tummy and rise to my chest. This tingly suffused feeling I realized — was happiness!
I decided to cultivate this ‘good energy’ like prana or qi, and began to breathe mindfully fanning the flame. Then like Alice I would feel myself grow taller and lighter, my senses sharpening. I saw the tiny puddles of sun illuminating the incandescent ferns on the forest floor, the tumbling whirling activity of insects and bees, I could hear in sharp relief the songs of the birds, and the sounds of the wind as it rippled through leaves. And all this beauty filled me further, leading at moments to a kind of ecstasy.
Yoga’s gift was to bring me to this place. Learning to “see” with the eyes of my body, awakened my senses — I began to feel once again. And what I felt in nature was love, a deep reverence for the life that shone in every drop of dew, every blade of grass, and every creature. This was a revelatory experience. An epiphany of a spiritual truth that rung true to my bones.
The holiness of nature was a vital spiritual truth for our ancestors – but Descartes’s division of spirit from matter spelled the final death knell of the old religions. The earth, trees, waters and animals were no longer living embodiments of the divine, but mechanistic processes empty of soul. And it is thus that nature became separate from us, existing outside our house walls and city streets, a resource to be used for the extraction of minerals, the building of houses and cities, capital and wealth.
Today we live in artificial environments shielded from the weather, the seasons, the cycles of the moon, the rise and fall of tides. Cut off from our bodies experience of nature, the desecration of old growth forests, the appropriation of indigenous lands and national parks for industry, the chemical poisoning of our fields and the genetic manipulation of foods, the death of bees and extinction of species, continues unabated.
Clearly we’ve lost touch with another ancient truth – we are all one. Whatever we do to the earth, we do to ourselves. I’ve spent much time pondering why so many of us – me included – can go on with our days as usual when we know the forests are falling all around us. Because if we truly loved nature, with all our heart and soul – would this continue to happen?
Reconnecting with nature is an important tenet of “deep ecology”—the idea it will take more than environmental laws to achieve true sustainability. Before ecological healing can occur, we need to re-establish our personal connection with the earth.
And so I began to see my new path. To awaken to the old ways and wisdom of nature, to practice and teach a yoga that reawakens us to the rhythms of the earth, to the divine embodied in nature – and all of us. This is the age-old practice of bhakti, an offering of love, devotion and protection, and a promise to honour the spirit of the land.
I see my work with plants, herbalism and wildcrafting as a methodology for coming into conscious alignment with the numinous cycles of growth, death and regeneration that drive all life on this planet. The ‘force that through the green fuse drives the flower’ flows through all of us. Awakening to this union with the essential nature of reality – ananda, or divine bliss – gives me the spiritual backbone I need to stand strong.
In my last card reading, my work with yoga was shown in a card filled with a large blazing fire and women dancing and leaping. This card I was told, was one of culmination, of joy and celebration. Then the reader drew another card showing a dark cave in a forest grove surrounded by wild animals. A large “shining skull” illuminated the scene. But she said, your true soul work lies somewhere deep in the mysteries of nature. And this time I’m listening.