My help is in the mountain
Where I take myself to heal the earthly wounds that people give to me.
I find a rock with sun on it And a stream where the water runs gentle
and the trees, which one by one give me company.
So must I stay for a long time until I have grown from the rock
And the stream is running through me and I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.
Then I know that nothing touches me nor makes me run away.
My help is in the mountain that I take away with me.
….
Earth cure me, Earth receive my woe
Rock strengthen me, Rock receive my weakness
Rain wash my sadness away, Rain receive my doubt
Sun make sweet my song, Sun receive the anger from my heart
~ By poet Nancy Wood who was influenced by the nature spirits and environment of the American First Nationers
Shared at our online meeting ‘Healing the Mind Part 2’ Jan 2022