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We live in a world marked by borders. We have borders between continents, between people, even between our own hearts and minds. Perhaps one of the most pervasive borders is the one we have placed between ourselves and nature, and the ensuing belief that the natural world is both deaf and mute. Thus, we live as if we were no longer informed by the seasons of change, the ebb and flow of the river, the movement of stars, or the waxing and waning of the moon. As Steven Foster would put it, the Big Lie is that humans are not a part of nature. Or even more so, that humans are not nature. When borders get old and worn out, they bind us to a life that is half-hearted and incomplete.
The modern day vision quest is a border crossing practice. When one steps across the threshold and into the unknown wilderness, boundaries begin to dissolve and our vision begins to expand. The threshold place is a dreamscape, where everything is pregnant with meaning, and nature, once again, speaks to us in the voices of rock, tree, and wind. Following the ancient pathway of this rite of passage, we step into our true nature and remember our home among the wild. We become who we were born to be.
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