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Winter 2011

From the Editor

Betsy Perluss

 

During the winter months, when the sun is at its furthest point and the days are short and cold, I often catch myself falling into a state of deep questioning. It is at these times that I reflect back on my life and re-examine the value of my work. Is it still true for me? Does it benefit others? Regarding the School of Lost Borders, I also re-evaluate my work as a guide of wilderness rites of passage; of sending folks out onto the land for four days and nights without food, company and shelter. Does this practice still serve me and others? Does it make a difference in this world?

 

So far, the answer has always come back with a resounding "yes"; that one of the most important things we can do as people who live on this planet is to return our hearts and minds back to the land so that we can learn to listen again to what the land has to say.  Such a practice doesn't always make sense in a modern, technological society that grabs onto quick solutions, but truly, when we listen intently to the land, unpredictable insights begin to emerge and we remember the ancient truth that psyche is not only that which lives inside of us humans, but extends to all things:  rock, river, and tree. The entire cosmos is alive and we are simply members in her vast community. If we all lived this to the fullest, imagine what the world would look like today.

 

Earth tells her,

return all lies to their broken source,

trust in the strange science of healing.

Believe the medicine of your own hand.

Believe that emptiness is the full

dance between us

and let it grow.

 

  -  Linda Hogan, "partings". 

 

 

The Nature of Intent

Joseph Lazenka

Intent has always been one of the bare bones of the School of Lost Borders' way with the vision fast. When someone signs up for a vision fast, or for that matter any of our offerings, the first thing they are asked to do is write a letter of intent. The question of: "What is my intent?" is asked not to define some ultimate purpose, outcome, or goal, but to allow the question itself to inform and guide. At its simplest, intent is saying yes to what life is asking and offering us.   

 

The impulse and decision to undertake a vision fast often comes in response to a major life transition. Brought on by both gift and loss, these are the times we get to practice dying to what no longer serves in order to give birth to the life that awaits us. Confusion and pain are natural aspects of transformation and our indigenous nature carries an understanding, even appreciation for, how life shapes us. We instinctively breathe into the birthing contractions and reactively kick out to break through the shell baring our emergence. Like the flower turning to always face the sun, or a bird showing it colors and singing its song, there is in our humanness an imperative to thrive and offer our beauty.   

 

At some point in our human evolution we began to believe that we were separate from nature, and through this "lie of separation" we began to question and analyze the natural cycles of our dying and rebirth. Fortunately we still hear "call" and invitation, but to respond fully many of us have to turn into an intense fear of change and face the shadow of unworthiness. David Whyte once said, "We are the only species that can refuse our own flowering", and in navigating our way to intent we often hear in ourselves: Why me? I can't say yes, I need more time, I'm not perfect enough. If I say yes, how will it come about, what will I have to give up? Who I'm to be or do this?   

 

It is a mystery why the lie of separation became a part of our human evolution, but easy to feel how it has fed our refusal, and added greatly to the suffering in our world. The state of our modern world, and the deep grief that we all are feeling, is cracking us open. Many are now finding words for, and ways to point to, a re-emerging knowing of our essential humanness. In "A Return to Love" Mary Williamson asked "Who are you not to be?" and in these few words one can hear a kind of antidote to our dis-ease, with offering our yes to life. They can help us to remember and realize that the gifts that we are born with are not ours nor ours to horde. The question we are now hearing is: Is it too late? And the prayer we live each day is that this dark night has brought us to a place where we are finding the compassion and the courage of heart to let go of the "great lie" and say yes to the beloved. 

 

 

 

sitting on rock  

The Vision Fast

Steven Foster

 

 

            "What is a vision fast?" the lady asks.  Though I've answered her question many times before, I decide to take another crack at it.  Who know?  I may come up with a new understanding of this very old way.

 

            A Vision Fast, or "vision quest", or "fast on the mountain," is an ancient ceremonial means of confirming that a significant life stage, task, or period of waiting/preparation, has been completed.  The fast is undertaken with the understanding that when the time of fasting is complete, two issues have been resolved:  1.  What came before is over;  2.  What comes next has begun.  In between What Came Before and What Comes Next lies the fallow, sacred time/space continuum of the fast itself, the "thrashing-hold" (threshold) on which the chaff is separated from the wheat so that What Came Before can be confirmed and What Comes Next can be inherited.

 

            But the lady isn't satisfied.  "Cut the fancy talk," she says.  "I'm thinking about doing it myself.  I want to know what kinds of experiences I'll encounter."  I think about my answer for a while, for there are many different kinds of vision fasts and every teacher, guide, or leader cultivates a different form.  Nevertheless, all these forms share certain common elements, so I decide to describe these commonalities.

 

            The vision fast is an experience of becoming intimately involved with the Earth in her natural state.  You plunk your butt in the dirt for a few days and nights and you don't eat anything.  Usually, you don't see any humans.  But you have plenty of visitors.  The sun, moon and stars decide to live with you for a while.  The wind sings hello.  The rain may decide to drop in.  Thunder and lightning may pay their respects.  The creatures (or, if you will, spirits) of the earth, of whom you are but one, watch you and keep you company.  Maybe you walk around.  Maybe you don't.  Maybe you beat a drum or shake a rattle or sing a song or write a poem or pray without ceasing.  Maybe you lie asleep, in a daze, a dream, or a state of extreme boredom.  Maybe you like being where you are, maybe you wish you were anywhere but here.  Time passes, sometimes slowly, sometimes too fast.  You are absolutely free to sleep on the ground, or in the stars, to feel lonely, ecstatic, empty, scared, or blessed.

 

            And when the thrashing-hold time is over, you return to the civilized world with a certain knowing about yourself and the life that waits for you that can never adequately be put into words, a knowing that goes too deep for tears and laughter, that hides in your heart like a ship riding safely at anchor.  You return to the social world like a spirit returning to a body, like a seed falling in fallow ground - and there is a magnificent challenge awaits you.

 

            "Challenge?" asks the lady.  "Isn't the emptiness, loneliness and exposure of the fast challenge enough?"  No, I answer, shaking my head ruefully.  The fast was nothing in comparison to the task that awaits you.  By fasting you merely confirmed that you are ready to take on the big challenge of What Comes Next.

 

            "Then what's the 'big challenge?'"

 

            The vision.

 

            "But I thought the vision came with the fast.  Isn't that why they call it the 'vision fast?'"

 

            It does.  The fast teaches you how to fast for a vision.

 

            "So?"

 

            So that's what you came back to.  When you return, that's what you have to fast for.  The vision.

 

BARE BROWN TREES ... THE SKELETAL REMAINS OF SEASON'S PAST
TWISTED LIMBS AND HAUNTING SHAPES MIRRORED IN THE SHADOW'S CAST
GREY DEAD GARDENS HIDE THEIR GOODS BENEATH THE HARDENED CRUST
THE EARTH GIVES WAY TO WINTER'S REIGN AS IT KNOWS IT MUST
COLD WINDS BLOW THROUGH HEAVEN'S TEARS AND FREEZES WHEN IT TOUCHES GROUND
THE ICEY AIR KEEPS CONSTANT VIGIL INFUSING ALL WITHOUT A SOUND
IS THERE NO CHICKADEE IN SIGHT TO HERALD FORTH ITS SONG OF HOPE,
A WARBLED TUNE TO MELT MY VEINS TO GIVE ME FAITH AND HELP ME COPE
OH WINTER'S WISDOM GIVE ME SOLACE, KEEP ME CLEAR AND MAKE ME STRONG
WELL, I KNOW THIS FRIGID LAND, THIS PLACE WHERE I BELONG
YET, CAN I BEAR A MOMENT MORE? WILL I PASS THIS SEASON'S TEST?
ONE MORE YEAR OF STANDING STRONG AND GOING FORTH TO DO MY BEST 
 

- Silvia Talavera

 

Thoughts on Initiation

John Davis


Q: What would initiation look like then? What would the process be?

 

MALIDOMA SOMÉ: Well, primarily it would have to start with a basic understanding of the structure of initiation. That is, separation from family, from a village or town; the entrance into a magical world--call it wilderness if you want--and the experiencing of some carefully structured element or thing in that natural setting, and eventually a return back to the world, to a bunch of people I'd like to call the village who will be there to welcome the initiate.

 

--Malidoma Somé (from an interview with Michael Bertrand, Banyen Books, Vancouver, BC)

 

This morning, a particularly mild winter morning after a very cold spell, I am struck by  Malidoma's succinct summary in several ways. (If you don't know him, he's a remarkable bridge between the traditional and modern worlds and a strong advocate for the necessity of initiation and rites of passage.) It's fair to say that he has also summarized the foundation and shape of the School's vision fasts. While he speaks of separation from family and village, I think we can also recognize that this separation is from old and out-dated self-images. Separation or severance happens on many levels, whether it is intentional and planned or a surprising, even shocking, disruption in our lives. Some transitions begin from inside as we recognize our maturation into a new life phase, and some begin with external changes. Still, all transitions reverberate throughout our lives. I love that he points to a "natural setting" for initiation. While wilderness, per se, is not necessary, direct and immediate contact with the wilder world is such a potent container and partner in rites of passage. Wilderness helps deconstruct the crusts of our over-structured lives, it wakes us up to the present, and it exposes us to LIFE in its most pure and raw forms. With just the right edge of challenge and support, wild places seem perfect for this work. Finally, I am touched that most of us do not return to a bunch of people we can call a village. There is a loss when our initiations are not seen and celebrated by our "villages." All the more reason to include as part of our work the building of community. What can you do today to help create the kind of village or community that you need?

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Winter Solstice a Conversation with the Muse

Emerald North em's singers

 

 

When darkness comes I smile

That secret smile

The one I saved for you.

 

When the axis turns

Your bright face enters my mind

My heart remembering that fire we shared

The one in the Garden

So very long ago.

A night so shimmering with hope

It changed me.

 

The seeds in frozen ground know of promise

The Garden forms shifting images

Full and embodied

Singing at dawn

Bright shapes against a red sky

 

If I could give the world anything,

It would be this shimmering song.

 

 

 

 

Gratitude

Sara Harris 

 

It is no small thing to go from being a free-spirited, hard-working group of passionate people to a government sanctioned non-profit with all the "correct" bells and whistles! However, it came to pass a few years ago, as you know. We are so young, as non-profits go, but far, far older than that in passion, in experience, in the love of this work, and in gratitude for all who came before and all who will follow.

 

It is with great joy, in this new year, that we, the Board,say Thank You! Thank you to all of you for the donations that come to us.  Some mailed your gift to us and some used our "Donate" button on the website that is connected to Network for Good. These donations sustain our Scholarship fund, in the name of Steven; our Global Rites of Passage fund and our General fund.  At the end of 2010, we failed to get a request for donations out, and yet, still received over $3000, unsolicited!

 

We are committed to stewarding this money in the best ways possible...both in terms of who we bank with (a "green" bank called New Resources) and in the decisions that get made to use it to support the School and staff to continue to offer this life-supporting work. Your gifts are a blessing that we know comes from your own deep experience and love of this way, and your desire to see it continue in a world that can sometimes seems so far from its silence, beauty and generosity.

 

Thank you from the Board and everybody!

 

News from Lost Borders

 Joseph and Praveen
Recently, Lost Border's staff, apprentices, and friends completed the 9 day Wilderness First Responder Training on Santa Cruz Island off the coast of southern California. Due to heavy rains, our "emergency" exit was quite a thrill. Visit our facebook page for photos! 

 

Upcoming Programs

 
 Mid-Winter Vision Fast - Full 
Feb 23rd, 2011 - March 6, 2011
Locaton: Death Valley


In the Life Lodge: Forgiveness, Apology, and Reconciliation - Full with a Waiting List Mar 5th, 2011 - Mar 13th, 2011
Apr 2nd, 2011 - Apr 7th, 2011
Location: Eureka Valley

Spring Vision Fast - Full  
Apr 3rd, 2011 - Apr 14th, 2011
Location: Death Valley

The 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 awww.schooloflostborders.org