The Wild Resilience of Jane Goodall
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out, my child, go out and seek
Your soul: the eternal I.
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out, my child, go out and seek
Your soul: the eternal I.
This is the heart of resiliency. It looks and behaves differently in each of us and at different times in our lives and in history itself. It’s grounding however is in loyalty to the love of Life, and in the courage required to find a voice of our own in affirmation of a wild joy and wisdom within.
…research shows the value of social connectivity. Is it not naive to assume such social connectivity to the other than human world is any less vital to our well being and resiliency?
Damn if I didn’t walk around
a corner last night
and bumped right into myself;
stubbed my ego and nose too
same as if I’d walked into a foggy mirror
or a clear windowed door.
“The idea here is to give people a new vocabulary, to speak in terms of resilience. Most people who experience trauma don’t end up with P.T.S.D.; many experience post-traumatic growth.”… Perhaps the biggest question — can an organization that has long suppressed talk of emotions now open up?
More and more I have come to admire resilience.
Not the simple resistance of a pillow
Who among us is not challenged by the times we live in if not the adversity of a life circumstance? I received a recent call from a dear friend freshly…