SCHOOL OF LOST BORDERS
Eureka Valley 2
Newsletter                                    Spring 2010
In This Issue
Love of Wounded Places
The Giveaway
The Medicine Walk

lone tree
One of my favorite sounds
Is that of my footsteps moving across the desert floor
Crunch crunch crunch
I feel real when I walk the land
Present, known and seen in a way that is beyond words
Even images hold only part truth.
 
Now take that sound and spread it into seasons
Unfolding upon seasons
The sound of footsteps,
The trees that remember them,
The mountains that have married the Inner Mountain.
 
Now I am in relationship
Now I am known
I praise all that is for this simple love
Even the stones know it.
 
                                                emnorth
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Introduction - Betsy Perluss, editor

As I write this, oil is spilling into the Gulf of Mexico. Although I live on the California coast, images of oil coated pelicans, dead turtles, and tar covered beaches enter into my consciousness. To witness such images, especially as they repeatedly appear in the media, produces both a sorrow beyond words and a weird sense of disbelief. At times, the reality of this catastrophe feels too big to absorb.


How can we possibly reach that far into the darkness?


In addition to the death and devastation caused by the oil spill, the sting is exacerbated by the undeniable realization that this event is a result of human consumption, greed, and negligence. Of course, we know that nearly all environmental problems are human provoked, but the Deepwater Horizon incident has taken this reality to a new level. Most likely, this is because the spill cannot be contained, that is has run amuck, and has done so much damage so quickly. While we drink our coffee, go to work, make dinner, and send our children off to school, barrels upon barrels of toxic waste are spewing forth.

And, one of the most troublesome truths is that oil consumption is pervasive. Seemingly innocuous items such as toothpaste, coffee makers, and eye glasses are either made from, or transported by, oil. Even the computer that I am now typing upon is made of fossils fuels. My hands are dirtied, too. 

But, as utterly excruciating as this is, it is encouraging that the awareness of our own destructive tendencies is hitting home so profoundly these days. Because isn't this what initiation is about? No longer able to claim self-righteousness, or place blame on "the other", we now must look into our very own hearts and admit that, yes, we too are culpable; that as much as we create life we can also destroy it, and sometimes in the most hideous and ugliest of ways.  No one on the initiate's path is liberated from this realization.  
 

One of the things I appreciate the most about our work at the School of Lost Borders is our willingness to go into the dark, to look into the repulsive and to host discomfort and disorientation. It's not that we are all about pessimism - hardly - but we trust that when one has the courage to encounter the darkness, something new will be born.

I take heart in the words of writer Barry Lopez spoken during a recent interview on the Bill Moyer's Journal.

"...we have a way of talking about beauty as though beauty were only skin deep. But real beauty is so deep you have to move into darkness in order to understand what beauty is."

And so, as we move toward the summer season, with all of its glory and bounty, we welcome and honor the passionate and wild souls who come to Lost Borders - whether as a participant, friend, or guide - to discover the beauty within the darkness.  In times like these, this is no small task. But, it is in this place that we share our very real human stories; where we cry, laugh, mourn, and celebrate. We offer no solutions, cures, or easy paths. But, we do offer ourselves, fully and completely.

We will meet you there.

radical joy Love of Wounded Places - Trebbe Johnson

The images of Gulf Coast sea birds smothered in carapaces of oily, toxic muck are grotesque and horrifying. Our first reaction is to look away-close our eyes, click to another page of the internet, turn the channel on the TV. It's as if these images, once allowed, into our consciousness, might cling to us, the way the oil gushing from BP's rig clots the feathers of those gulls and pelicans, and pull us down forever.

Yet, by turning our gaze from the calamitous effects of that ceaselessly spewing oil-and from our own emotional responses to it-we manage only to push our feelings momentarily aside. Then, like any sore spot we try to avoid, those neglected feelings fester. And it's not just pain, or the fear of it, we're holding at bay. Any person who has the impulse to turn away from the suffering of another is someone who is simultaneously turning away from his or her own capacity to feel compassion. We are connected to others who inhabit this world with us, including the plants, animals, and waters. When the Earth hurts, we hurt with it.
 
Bringing our attention willingly and mindfully to wounded places which we would instinctively prefer to avoid is the first step toward strengthening our innate emotional and spiritual physical bond with the world around us. Simply sitting and taking in what is before us, knowing we can't do a thing to fix it, we come to realize that we are neither on top of a sad and frightening situation nor below it; we are simply part of it, as it is part of us. Being present is also the first step in a simple process called the Earth Exchange, in which people seek out damaged places and go there to share their stories, sit and listen to what the land reveals to them, open themselves up to difficult feelings of loss and grief, and, finally, give back an act of beauty to the place. The Earth Exchange is part storytelling, part community action, part healing work, part artistic expression, and part ceremony. It's called an Earth Exchange because in the process of enacting it, an exchange is made between people and place. People receive meaning and beauty from a place they might previously have seen as spoiled or even worthless, and the place receives compassion and creativity from the people who care about it.

On June 19 people all over the world will enact these events as part of a network called the Global Earth Exchange. Among the locations where gatherings will take place are a mountain in West Virginia whose top was blown off to facilitate mining, a clearcut forest, a mountain in Germany sacred to pre-Christian people and the site of spy satellites during the Cold War, the Great Salt Lake, a retreat center in South Africa where young former combatants go on vision quests, a cave in Virginia where bats are dying of a fungus, and many more. Glenn Albrecht, the Australian philosopher who coined the term "solastalgia," meaning  "the pain experienced when there is recognition that the place where one resides and that one loves is under immediate assault," will join the Global Earth Exchange in Australia. Award-winning author Barry Lopez will participate privately near his home in Oregon.

The Global Earth Exchange is sponsored by Radical Joy for Hard Times, a non-profit organization founded on the belief that creating a sustainable, thriving future on Earth depends upon opening our hearts to the natural world in its brokenness as well as its splendor.

If you are interested in participating in the Global Earth Exchange, see the Radical Joy for Hard Times website.

 The Giveaway - by Pam Noble

Stand up.
Take off your shoes and plant your feet
   in the soil of the earth.
Don't cry out that you are afraid.
Become willing to feel the muck and mud
   you had rather avoid.
Open your mouth and speak,
   whatever truth you carry.
The world hungers for who you are,
   the way you gather the beauty of small things -
   a flower, a blade of grass, a sprig of sage -
   how you place them on the tree of your life.
Don't you see?
You are the giver.
You are the gift.

 
Tree Ringo The Medicine Walk - written by Carolyn Ringo after the mirroring workshop in May, 2010.

Our Mirroring Guides sent us on a North Shield Medicine Walk to find a symbol of our gifts we bring to our community.  As I began driving up the mountain, seeing the profusion of color bursting forth in the spring flowers, felt the warm spring/almost summer air caressing my skin, I felt playful.  I thought, "It's summertime and I just want to play!"  I was dancing in my seat, anticipating the intensity of the sun, the full sensuality of my walk.
 
My first step on the trail was my threshold.  I remembered the assignment and began wondering, "Who/what is my community?"  I felt the loneliness of living in a new place and not being part of a local community yet; starting a new business and not having full clarity or clients yet.
 
I soon crossed the river as it danced down the mountain singing loudly as it deliciously lapped at the boulders in it's path.  Standing in the middle, I felt myself cleansed and filled with promise. 
 
As I walked on up the trail a I felt the pull of a huge Ponderosa Pine.  I leaned into her with my belly and my chest, as I lay my cheek upon her bark.  I felt my heart nurturing her, as her roots brought the powerful nourishment of the Earth to me.  I kissed her over and over as gratitude both soothed and impassioned me.  After thanking her, I stepped back onto the trail and took in the vista - oh my.  I began to sob as my heart broke wide open to the magnificent beauty of my awe inspiring community before me.
 
I soon found a sunny boulder in the middle of the river to sit on while I allowed myself to be serenaded. My mind wondered and pondered while my heart basked in this aliveness so willingly offered by Mother Earth and the wild myriad of her inhabitants.
 
"My gifts are like seeds that pop out of the pine cone in every direction when they are ready", was my thought, as I made my way back down the mountain with a large pine cone. It was dripping sap and it was perfect because it was messy and juicy, like me.
 
I stopped at trail's end and wrote this poem for all the shields of we:
 
 
Oh, the beauty of tree
deep roots, sensual bark, high reaching branches.
 
She is me.
We drink from the water of life.
 
Oh the singing, dancing water.
I am the water, I am the boulder,
I am the mountain!
 
Oh the breathtaking beauty of we;
the deep resonance on One.
 
 
Upcoming Events

July 2010

Choosing Conscious Elderhood: An Invitation to Answer the Call of Service in Your Elder Years
Jul 10th, 2010 - Jul 15th, 2010
Location: Stone Forest Retreat Center: Western Colorado

CA Summer Vision Fast (Registration Closed: Full)
Jul 21st, 2010 - Aug 1st, 2010
Location: Big Pine, CA - Inyo Mountain Group Campground

CO Youth Rite of Passage
Jul 24th, 2010 - Aug 1st, 2010
Location: Boulder, CO - Cal-wood

August 2010

Beyond Boundaries: A Prayer for the Earth A Wilderness Quest for Young Leaders Called to the Vision of a Global Community -(Registration Closed: Full)
Aug 11th, 2010 - Aug 22nd, 2010
Location: Big Pine

Four Shields of Leadership: Retreat for Women
Aug 23rd, 2010 - Aug 29th, 2010
Location: Carlton, Washington - Skalitude Retreat Center

Aug 29th, 2010 - Sep 11th, 2010
Location: Cochiti Lake, NM

September 2010

Four Shields of the Masculine
Sep 10th, 2010 - Sep 12th, 2010
Location: Bay Area

Dying as a Rite of Passage - (Registration Closed: Full)
Sep 11th, 2010 - Sep 17th, 2010
Location: Bay Area

Four Shields of Leadership: Intensive for Women and Men
Sep 23rd, 2010 - Sep 26th, 2010
Location: Grace on the River Retreat

October 2010

Oct 5th, 2010 - Oct 16th, 2010
Location: Big Pine, CA- Baker Creek Campground
waiting for returnThe School of Lost Borders is a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization committed to creating opportunities for people from all walks of life who seek ways to mark and celebrate the significant transitions in their lives. Solitude and silence in wild nature, the commitment to community, honoring of personal intent, and the acknowledgment and responsibility to bring forth one's gifts are the foundation of our ceremonies and teachings.

For more information on programs please see our website at www.schooloflostborders.org