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Art, Civilisation, Life

Your purpose in life

I’ve had a lot of feedback since reviewing Rachel Corby’s book, ‘Rewild Yourself: Becoming Nature‘ and I’m even more inspired to learn and act on the lessons within the book and to rewild myself, little by little.

Bits n bobs

From reading the book, I have a head full of questions – in some ways, I wonder whether it’s possible to ‘rewild’ yourself and then go back to an ordinary life? Once you unlearn some of the modern crap we’ve come to accept how could it be possible to step back into what most consider an ‘ordinary’ or ‘civilised’ life? Surely as you rewild, you pass some point of no return? We’ll see.

I’m keen to walk my talk and not just consign the wisdom I’ve learned into a ‘have read’ pile on the floor. I also attending some ‘mindfulness’ classes, and likewise, I want to make sure I take the lessons on board and act on them.

One way I’m thinking is to actually have a plan for the future. I tend to just get on with life on a day-to-day basis and although I’ve changed some aspects of my life, there is no overall plan. Sure, I have goals in my head, but no plans of how to get from here to there.

By chance, I discovered a blog today where the author (Kim) had written a post “What is your true purpose in life“, and as part of that, had listed some aspirations. I hope Kim doesn’t mind me listing an edited few here (do check out her blog for the full list and other wonderfulness:

  • To connect with the sacred in nature.
    Oh yes! This is a big one for me and very much in line with my views on spirituality and rewilding myself.
  • To learn and grow and help others to learn and grow.
    Well yes of course, if others want to listen and learn, I’m happy to give my time.
  • To take time to slow, savour and appreciate this one life.
    In other words, to live a mindful life.
  • To listen to birdsong, smell flowers, taste fresh tomatoes from the vine and linger in fields, forests and on seashores.
    Again, in line with my Mindfulness
  • To reconnect with growing things, with wildflowers and our wild selves.
    In other words, to engage in a process of rewilding myself.

In fact, there’s very little in Kim’s list that I wouldn’t also add to mine. Some are different ways of looking at the same and could be grouped under similar themes such as ‘live a mindful life’ and so on, but they’re all great ideas.

The one that I’m not completely sure of the meaning is “to live the life of the wild wolf woman inside and open my heart to others to join me” – I suppose for me, being male, it would be to connect on a deeper level with other men, to talk and support each other, to forget about all the competitiveness and bullishness that is often associated with the male aspect and to be able to talk and open up to each other in a supportive manner.

tree ogham pyrography

One of the things I definitely want to do is more creative stuff. I already write in a journal, but I want to do more of that. I have also been gifted a good quality pyrography machine. The photo above is my first effort – it’s the tree Ogham, with the centre Ogham of Birch as it was burned onto a birch wood disc. My inspiration is the wonderful book, ‘The Tree Ogham‘ by Glennie Kindred.


Alan Watts – we are all connected…

We are all connected.

We are not separate from nature, we are nature.

The universe and the individual are inseparable.

The flowers cannot survive without the bees, and the bees cannot survive without the flowers. So they are one organism. We are part of a tremendous brain which we cannot understand, because the part cannot comprehend the whole.

Part One

Part Two

I was particularly interested in his comments on how the natural world is presented in ‘squiggles’ or wavy lines, whereas most of what modern ‘man’ produces is straight lines. Like Alan Watts, I find that the natural world’s aesthetic forms appeal to me more than the aesthetic forms that men produce.


The Waterfall

The Waterfall

When the water flows smoothly on the surface,
you don’t notice the undercurrents.
But what’s going on beneath cannot be ignored.

As you go over the edge of the waterfall,
chaos is all around.
What was deep beneath the surface is
thrown outwards, upwards, downwards, and inwards.

The good is mixed with the bad,
the happy with the sad,
contentment with fear.

And then stillness.

Calm is around, and although bruised from the experience,
this will heal.

Now you realise what you about.
You have been exposed to your complete self
and can choose the parts to keep and parts to set free.

The waterfall of your life is great cleanser.
Let your life flow onwards.

© Martin Doyle, 2nd April 2006



Holding back the tears

There are things that need to be said. There are things that need to be discussed. Yet, here I am, unable to bring them out for fear that they will be misunderstood or that I will misrepresent my thoughts, ideals and goals.

This frustration means my head is full of tears; so full that I am weighed down by them, and yet, I cannot bring myself to cry.

One day soon though, I will have to find the courage to speak my mind, be true to myself for otherwise, I will collapse and wither away.



(Not) Fitting In

I wrote this for another blog I was running, back in 2009, but it’s still relevant today;

Canal towpath

Last saturday, I took my dog for a walk along the local canal towpath. This time of year is just so abundant with lush growth along the path and I was trying hard to identify as many of the plants as possible. Nettle and Cleavers are very profuse at the moment, as is Hawthorn, currently in flower.

As you walk along the towpath, to one side you have fields, woodland and serenity, but to the other, over the water, you are on the edges of a modern ‘upmarket’ housing development. Some of the houses are OK looking, but then you come to the apartments.

Looking more like soul-less offices than places to live, they sit uncomfortably opposite open fields, a testament that people can use bricks and concrete to build over nature, but the beauty and the soul are missing. In an effort to make the place ‘chic’ there is water flowing between some of the buildings – the noise it makes is quite loud, perhaps to distract people from what is really happening around them?

I read a blog post yesterday (Into The Hermitage) which struck a chord with me. Rima, the blogger, is leading an ‘alternative’ life – currently on the road and living in a converted horse box with her partner, she paints and sells her wares wherever she can. She attended the Small World Festival, which as she says, is a ‘gathering of hippies’. In a place where you would expect she would ‘fit in’ perfectly, she found she did not…

Many of the conversations we had with people made no sense at all. People mostly didn’t really want to buy pictures, cans of beer abounded, and people staggered around the site until well past dawn.
I do not judge people’s need to celebrate or escape, just the brutishness with which it is done sometimes. It made me feel like I was hiding from school bullies again. It made me feel like I do not fit in, in the very place where an onlooker might assume I would.
From Into The Hermitage by Rima Staines

It made me realise that I don’t fit in either. I am trapped in what looks like suburban normality, yet I don’t belong here. But I also don’t think I belong with the alternative set that I once thought I did. I am different, I am unique, I am searching for something, or somewhere to ‘belong’ to.