I don’t experience that Nature heals us. I don’t even experience that the living world regards us (or any being) as unwell. Healing and illness are human-person ways of organizing experience. Oaks don’t divide the forest into the healed and the unhealed.
Somewhere along the way, many of us were taught that the purpose of life is to become a version of ourselves untouched by grief, free from wounds, no longer shaped by loss.
When a culture protects belonging, it passes down more than traditions or possessions.
Re-membering is the continual restoration of relationship among what has been cleaved from our being, it is the heart of soul tending.
Safety is the ground from which every sacred thing grows.
Healing can never be only an individual project. Communities matter. Accountability matters. Protected children matter. Healthy elders matter.