These words from Ojibway author Richard Wagamese, now walking with the ancestors, always move me, and remind me of my connection to the land, sea and sky around me.

“My body is a wilderness. To understand that I need to inhabit it. I need to contemplate, meditate, and reflect on it just as I need to feed, water and exercise it for optimum fulfillment. When I do that, when I allow myself to fully inhabit my body I come to understand it as a wilderness; as a wild mix of sunlight and water, blood and bone and minerals, humus from oaks and pines, the residual dreams of my ancestors, the sound of songs on distant hills, of drums and petitions to Creation, wolf song and the random particles of exploded stars. When I know my body in this way I know myself and can celebrate the immense miracle of my being. Yoga gives me that. So does breath work. Silence. Ceremony and my feet planted softly on the skin of the planet…”

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