Never Lose Your Sense of Wonder!

Dear Poet

Never lose your sense of wonder,
reconnect with Mother Nature.
Walk the woods and forest floors,
climb up mountains, go outdoors!
Grab your boots and run for freedom,
head for the Garden of Eden.
Let yourself be so uplifted,
stand up taller, no more twisted.

Let us hike back to happiness,
holding hands with our animus.
Pack up all our belongings,
fill our bags with only longings.
Move ourselves to a brand new home,
let our souls and spirits roam.
I tell you the soul is calling
there can be no more stalling!

Relocate your heart, come with me,
come to the hills and green valleys.
Free yourself from ancient history,
move towards deeper mysteries.
Move towards deeper mysteries,
free yourself from ancient history.
Come to the hills and green valleys,
relocate your heart, come with me!

There can be no more stalling
I tell you the soul is calling!
Let our souls and spirits roam,
move ourselves to a brand new home.
Fill our bags with only longings,
pack up all our belongings.
Holding hands with our animus,
let us hike back to happiness!

Stand up taller no more twisted,
let yourself be so uplifted!
Head for the Garden of Eden,
grab your boots and run for freedom.
Climb up mountains, go outdoors,
walk the woods and forest floors.
Reconnect with Mother Nature,
never lose your sense of wonder!


Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2018
Image Credit: Personal photograph
taken in the Lake District, England

Dear Poets and Dreamers, here’s a little fun I had with words this morning over coffee! x

18 thoughts on “Never Lose Your Sense of Wonder!

    1. A warm welcome to my poetry and Jungian thought website Aladin and thank you so much for sharing my words! I’m so glad you made it over! Blessings always, Deborah.

  1. I could hardly wait to get home today, read this, and tell you what’s happening here. A month ago, I had a dream about an overweight, partially hidden, judgmental man and a wounded woman who ate a cake made of Jello and whipped cream. Both of them disrupted the ability of dream me to teach. I won’t go into details, but after talking with my therapist, I’m going back to read every article you wrote about The Animus Diet. I keep listening to that judgmental and somewhat irritable guy. I need to see him better so he can’t sneak around and ambush me with his negativity. I need to feed the feminine nutritious real food.

    And here, after your Animus Diet, a different kind of animus shows up in this poem–a partner hiking with you toward Divine Wonder–marching straight ahead or traveling backwards, read beginning to end or end to beginning, the meaning holds in all directions. In the waking world, I can’t walk in my forest now because it’s hunting season. My land is too close to the National Forest where hunting is allowed to feel safe. Besides there’s a foot of snow on my hill, but that can be dealt with by wearing snowshoes. In a few days, the hunters will disappear and I’ll be back on the trails. Yesterday, I called a friend who is part of my mythological sisterhood and we walked along the shores of the lake where there were geese galore and no snow at all. The lower elevation and the warmth of the lake temperature melted the snow. The sun came out and the water and sky turned blue. It was wonder-filled.

    I hold on to wonder (grateful to Nature and especially butterflies), but since I was a young girl, I knew my wounded feminine and struggling body were unacceptable. That animus weighs everything, my body, everything I eat, everything I read or think! In my young life, it came through my mother’s voice, but it’s my responsibility to put that voice on a stricter diet. It speaks saying deaf Elaine, sometimes dizzy Elaine, lonely Elaine, grieving Elaine are not acceptable. I’m hot on the trail of the Animus Diet and the right food for the feminine. Thank you, Deborah. I love this poem and your wisdom.

    1. Dear Elaine, It’s always such a joy to hear from you! Hmm, it sounds like Brutus and Olive (my pet names for my fat animus and skinny anima!) are paying you a visit and eating cake is what they like to do best … stuffing you full of sugar, so you can’t think straight, or at all! Why not call your animus out and have a few active imagination with him. I had to do this many times over the course of my three year journey with him and Olive. First of all, I drew them as cartoon figures, until I could get the proportions right … i.e. how big he was in comparison to how skinny she was, and then the work began in earnest. Keeping a journal helped a lot! Early on in our conversations I learnt that he actually hated being overweight, but a bigger problem was that he hated Olive … and so began an inner/outer dance from which a relationship slowly began.

      Hmm, I can’t ignore that “hunting season” is animus led! As above, so below! Maybe now is the right time for you to “hunt” out your fat animus, and bring him out of the shadows and into more restorative light, where you can see him and relate to him better. Ha-ha hot on the trail, I love it! I guess it’s time for you to metaphorically pull on your snow shoes and get out there and hunt him down. Wait for the inner door to open and invite him in, to sit by the fire with you this winter. In time, pull up a chair for Olive too. Give your animus/anima names … that helped me heaps! Oh, I look forward to hearing how it all goes my dear friend!

      Thank you so much for sharing your rich and generous insights re my poem! It feels like I’ve been on another “Fool’s (Tarot) Journey” or there and back again, as Frodo and Sam (Lord of the Rings) would say! I didn’t even know that in the middle of the journey, I would start again and return to the beginning. Back to that sense of wonder and awe! What a wonderful expression, that your friend is part of your “mythological sisterhood” as you are to me! I saw your photo of the lake and geese on Twitter which I decided to leave today (quietly side-stepping out the door) it’s beautiful! What a magical moment! Thank you once again for the kindness and generosity of your spirit. Blessings always, Deborah.

  2. I could sing this Deborah! It’s lovely!

    The soul is calling
    no more stalling
    walk tall
    and hear the call
    find your home
    in a poem
    in your heart
    there is art

    Have a lovely week!

    1. Oh I love it when a poet responds with their own version of my palindrome poem! Thank you so much Susan for your truly wonderful, lyrical reply … I could play with words all day long, they’re so much fun! Blessings always, Deborah.

  3. Hahaha Deborah – this made me smile, what a departure from your normal style of poetry! I love the fun within the rhythm of the lines and how clever that it gets stronger and more uplifting as the words are repeated in reverse.

    There is also a sincere invitation in there too, getting out in nature is a guaranteed way for me to reconnect with my soul and my own creative spirit – I am always energised after a walk in woods or fields or along a beach…no wonder forest bathing is so popular in Japan!!

    Thank you Deborah – I really enjoyed this one, a heartening, uplifting way to start the day.

    1. To be honest I wasn’t sure I was even going to post it … but then I thought why not! Why not post my fun poetry too! Yes, a departure from my usual indeed, as I’ve only tried to write a palindrome once before and wasn’t very pleased with it … although it did make it into my first poetry book.

      It’s wonderful to hear that it made you smiled! What else can a poet ask for?! Reconnecting to nature has changed my life and my poetry too. I love that term “forest bathing” or “woodland bathing” … inspires this poet to run to the woods with her pen once more! Oh happy days, blessings always, Deborah.

      1. Palindrome…ahhhh I thought that there was a name for this type of poem. I’ve seen you use this layout for a poem in your book very effectively…let me see now, yes The New Year, a poem about your mother with a totally different sentiment to the one in this poem yet the style works so well. I must be very difficult to craft the words to achieve this “reading the poem backward” effect but you have certainly mastered this skill!

        1. Thank you so much Sophia! Hmm, I wish I was clever enough to write more of these palindrome poems … perhaps I’ll try again soon. Oh my goddess, I wrote that poem, “The New Year” many moons ago now, I’ll have to dig out my poetry book from my book shelves and reread it later. Thanks for the nudge!

  4. Dear Poet, what an inspiring song and so early in the morning too! Many great lines here, including..“There can be no more stalling/I tell you the soul is calling!” No walking here as the garden calls instead… guess what song I’ll be humming all day. What a gift you are!

    1. It’s always lovely to see you here Picasso! Many thanks for your wonderful comment my dear poet! I’m sure your garden is reaping the rewards of your care today … it’s certainly time to find the fleece and wrap up those plants who suffer with the morning frosts. Hum along! Blessings always, Deborah.

  5. This is a wonderful song poem. I’m going to pull on my boots too and take a leisurely walk down to the river. Can’t wait, thank you for the inspiration. All the best, Anna.

    1. That’s so very kind of you Anna, thank you so much for your lovely response to my “song poem” … ooh, I haven’t heard that poetical description before! Much like “The Goddess and her Green Man” this one quickly fell onto the page faster than my pen could write! I hope you enjoyed your walk to the river. Blessings always, Deborah.

      1. The day has turned out beautiful.

        This is going to be one of my favourites. It has depth, rhyme and rhythm. I wish I could find notes sweet enough to match your lyrics.

        Because I enjoyed the lyrical nature of your poem, I think this is what makes it a song poem.

        1. Ah! So a lyrical poem is a ‘song poem’ … thank you so much Anna for coming back and shining more light and love on my words! Here in the south of the country we’re having a glorious day! Hope your new illustrations are going well.

  6. Keep writing and I’ll keep reading Deborah! Fun, light and musical, perfect for a Sunday morning! It’s a beautiful day here – time to grab my boots and run for freedom!!! HF

    1. Thank you so much Henry for your encouraging comment! I’ve just got back from a local walk myself and this late autumn day is glorious! Beautiful sunshine too! Blessings always, Deborah.

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