At the end of the ANFT training to become a certified Forest Therapy guide, guides in training are invited to create a harvest project of their experience. Denise Weir from the Bluebird cohort wrote the poem “My Spirit Flies” for her harvest project.
My Spirit Flies
In every fiber of my being, the wind calls me to soar.
Up into the skies
Rolling with the clouds
Sighing in the trees
Rustling in the prairie grasses,
The Wind calls to me.
Like waves upon the ocean, snow creeps across the ground.
Frozen, solid, dry, and restless,
Water Spirit bound.
Within the comfort of the trees, creatures find their home.
Large and small, they leave their marks of feast they’ve shared together or alone.
Summer seems so busy with new life springing forth.
Baby birds leave their nest, and blossoms call out each morn.
The spheres sing out with music.
They’re wondrously formed.
The sacredness of each Being is quietly brought home.
The More-Than-Human World rejoices in each new day.
I sit in grateful anticipation of each message they might convey.
My body is another being. It’s not really who I am.
It is a being for my soul.
Formed by magic from the stars – their celestial sand.
All the universe resides in each cell of the Relatives of this sand.
The Tame World calls them plants, animals, human, water, and land.
As each Being talks with me,
I seek to join the thread of life that is woven through all creation.
I feel free and rest in gratitude for the grandeur of each Relation.
Respectfully, I cherish the beauty of this world.
How wondrously interwoven is the Spirit of all Beings.
Tread upon the world gently and with awe.
We belong to each Other. It is a spiritual law.
Treat those as you would be treated applies
to each Being. It is the Golden Rule.
Honour the Spirit of this Earth as Being
and not merely for exploitation to be shaped by human tools.
Poem by Denise Weir