Learning to Converse

“In the Amazon, people refer to the forest as a speaking world, relating, talking, communicating. People can be inter-intelligent with their lands; the languages being formed from the land, and then people in turn singing up their land. The roots of “intelligent” are inter and legere which means both “read” and “gather”—people could gather plants and words from their lands. To gather, of course, itself means both “to collect” (for example, fruits) and “to understand.” So we gather.”
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“All languages have long aspired to echo the wild world which gave them growth…. According to phenomenologist Maurice Merleau-Ponty, language ‘is the very voice of the trees, the waves, and the forests.'”

—Jay Griffiths, Savage Grace: A Journey in Wildness

From 2014-2016, I participated in the Inner Life of the Child in Nature program at the Center for Education, Imagination, and the Natural World in Greensboro, NC. https://www.beholdnature.org/ As part of our practice, we each focused on deep, sacred listening to the forest and its beings. Listening is perhaps the most fundamentally receptive — one might say, passive — of the senses. How different it is from our restlessly darting staring seaching gaze, from our touching grasping manipulating hands.

I had been listening to the larger-than-human world since early childhood, so I was comfortable with my silence. Still, as I practiced with more clarity and intention, I learned to “listen” more and more closely with my whole self — not only with my ears, but also with my eyes and nose, skin and heart — eager to hear what the natural world would volunteer to say when neither questionsed directly nor bullied into relinquishing its secrets. Simply listening alertly, respectfully, lovingly — as at the feet of a wise elder — seemed appropriate kfor an adult of our all too often arrogant and domineering culture.

Little by little, I began to understand that the beings of the forest were not only speaking to me, but listening to me as well. I knew, of course, that my animal kin — birds, deer, rabbits, coyote, bear — were aware of and responding, often unseen, to my presence. But the trees too were listening to me, waiting. And after a time, I became aware of some deeper, more comprehensive listening taking place. It was the Forest herself, waiting for me to speak.

I had been chatting with trees, frogs, stones and other beings all my life. But it seemed that now something more was being asked of me. I remembered the theologian Nelle Morton’s wonderful phrase “hearing one another into speech.” I felt that I was asked to accept my full role in the conversation. I was being “heard into speech.”

To be a full participant in this Universe, I must bring not only my listening heart but also my unique voice. I must engage in the conversation of the cosmos, neither dominating nor withholding… That is what it means to be a member of what Thomas Berry calls “a communion of subjects.” It is unmediated intimacy: that which I behold also beholds me, that which I come to know also knows me; that which I hear also hears me; that which I encourage to speak also encourages me to speak.

The forest says “Speak.”
What shall I speak?

Rooted in and spun out of mystery,
we all belong to each other.
What shall I speak but gratitude?
What shall I sing but praise?

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“Sound: a body’s way of making itself known.
Silence: a way of knowing.”

— Diana Khoi Nguyen

Conversing with Forest, Becoming Tree — weaving & felting; wool, silk

2 thoughts on “Learning to Converse

  1. for the last while i have found self wanting to Pray. Saying that, i don’t know what i mean. What do i mean…wanting to Pray? What is Pray? What is it i am wanting to
    do? i decided that i would Pray aloud…that praying in my mind wasn’t what i was looking for…..so the other day i took some deep breaths and opened my mouth and
    uttered aloud no forethought
    only sounds came out at first….short sounds i was
    Shy
    the first prayer then was

    thank you for seeing me

    and i went on….again thank you, fragrance of Scotch Broom, its YELLOW

    and it went on.
    and it’s different from gratitude. i don’t know how to describe the difference, other than maybe a sense of being One with all that i …..spoke…..aloud. some kind of merging.
    It’s obvious that it’s too soon to talk about this…i have no way to talk about it yet and
    maybe won’t. But to say, this offering today, the previous one, speak to the
    experience i am having. and then, oh, and then, Conversing with Forest, Becoming
    Tree
    like this….it’s like this

    Like

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