The HeArt of Relating by corinna metzler

The HeArt of Relating by corinna metzler How to relate to self and another with truth and health - and ‘ heartful ‘ clarity

05/03/2026

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

~ Wendell Berry

[Art: Kim Kincaid]

13/02/2026

At this point
I believe it is only women’s rage
that will save this world.

Not politeness.
Not panels.
Not carefully worded statements
filed between coffee breaks.

Rage, fire, burning anger

This isn’t posturing.
Not sympathy dressed up as virtue.
Not me angling to be one of the “good ones.”
I’m not polishing my reflection here.

I am the problem
standing still long enough to admit it.

If I could lay my damn head on a platter
and it would spare my daughter
the quiet dread every woman learns to carry
like keys between her fingers,
like a smile that means survive,
then take it.
Take the damn thing and be done with it

Take it clean, take it dirty, take it raw when I’m least expecting.

Because I am so tired
of men saying, “well what about me?”

I am that man

The one who was lazy in love.
Lazy in agency.
Lazy in allyship.

The one who mistook not being cruel
for being good.

How many times did I shrink from confrontation?
How many jokes did I let slide
because it was easier to laugh
than to rupture the room?

How often did I live comfortably
off a world that did not bruise me
and call that peace?

Cowardice has a soft voice.
It says, it doesn’t concern you.
It says, it’s complicated.
It says, you’ll lose friends.

And I listened.

I was not enraged.
Not frothing.
Not trembling with the kind of fury
that breaks tables
instead of daughters.

I let what was
remain what is
because it did not press its thumb
into my throat.

But it will press into hers.
God I am so sorry for not being brutal against this beast that will take her someday.

One day she will walk through
the narrow corridor of “acceptable behavior,”
lined with men who mean no harm
and still cause it.

She will learn the map of danger
we refuse to redraw.

And what will I give her then?

An apology?

A history lesson?

My bloody hands held out
as if confession can cauterize a wound?

So tell me….

Do I offer my head now,
while it still costs me something,

or wait
until I am kneeling beside her grief
trying to barter with regret?

At this point
I believe it is only women’s rage
that will save this world.

And maybe
if men can learn to stand inside that fire
without asking for comfort,
without asking to be centered,
without asking to be forgiven,

then maybe
we will finally deserve
to survive it.

I pray…. Or one day I will with bloody hands and it will be too late.
~ Langston~ Thank you

Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

20/01/2025

"We lost connection with the earth and sun and moon and stars, and then we constructed roofs and walls to meet with God. We traded in our deep intimate relationship with life for bricks and mortar. We have left our first love. We search for the divine in books and buildings, unaware that the universe calls our name through the rustling of the leaves, and woos our hearts in the quietude of a star-lit sky, and rolls infinity upon our feet through the tides of the sea."

~ Jim Palmer – Notes from (Over) the Edge

[Art: Ruth Evans Art ]

06/10/2022

Depression and anxiety abound these days, people struggling to find their emotional footing in the midst of chaos and conflict.

People are so depressed because they can feel that something is falling apart, and they are right.

Our democracy is on the brink, as much so as at any time in America’s history.

Our environment is in peril, needlessly so, for no other reason than greed and corruption at the highest levels of our politics and economy. We continue to feed a gargantuan war machine that has caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people around the world, but can’t really tell you why and can’t even claim that we or anyone else in the world is safer because of it. Huge corporations poison our food, our air, and our water because it saves them money to do so.

What kind of person would not be depressed about that?
Just as the brain registers pain when the body is wounded, so the psyche registers pain when the soul is wounded.

And these are soul-wounding times. We have behaved as a nation in ways that are deeply contrary to the dictates of love, and righteousness, and reverence or devotion to anything other than the almighty dollar.

And we can feel the karmic tsunami that’s now upon us.
Free will means you can do whatever you want to do, but at a certain point if what you’re doing is too contrary to the will of nature then it will simply stop working.

Unfettered, soulless capitalism; political corruption; and a variety of social dysfunctions have taken us to a point where a little tweaking here or there is not going to fix it. We need radical renewal, and no one is going to bring it forth except ourselves.

I know many people say, “But I’m exhausted,” “We’ve tried so hard, and nothing’s working,” “The system has it all locked up,” and so forth. All of which are legitimate complaints. But they only hold water if you do not believe in miracles. And I do.

Miracles are possible because in the presence of love they occur naturally. There is a portal of infinite possibility that is available to us even now, if we make ourselves receptive to the infinite wisdom that lies within each and every heart. All that matters is that at least we try. There is an old rabbinical saying: “You are not expected to complete the task, but neither are you permitted to abandon it.”

Each and every one of us carries the seeds of a newborn world. Just as the acorn is programmed to become the oak tree, so we are programmed to become so much more than we have ever dreamed of being.

Now, at this critical time in the world, being who have been will not be enough. We must commit ourselves to the cause of greatness.
We must repudiate the emotional gravity that would have us give up. We must not give up. Not now. Not ever.

As much darkness and pain as there is around us, there is infinite light inside our hearts. And it will lead us through these perilous times to a different kind of world.
~Marianne Williamson~

Photo of Marianne Williamson


05/10/2022

“We are showered every day with the gifts of the Earth: air to breathe, fresh water, the companionship of geese and maples—and food. Since we lack the gift of photosynthesis, we animals are destined by biology to be utterly dependent upon the lives of others, the inherently generous, more-than-human persons with whom we share the planet.

If we understand the Earth as just a collection of objects, then apples and the land that offers them fall outside our circle of moral consideration. We tell ourselves that we can use them however we please, because their lives don’t matter. But in a worldview that understands them as persons, their lives matter very much. Recognition of personhood does not mean that we don’t consume, but that we are accountable for the lives that we take. When we speak of the living world as kin, we also are called to act in new ways, so that when we take those lives, we must do it in such a way that brings honor to the life that is taken and honor to the ones receiving it.

The canon of indigenous principles that govern the exchange of life for life is known as the Honorable Harvest. They are “rules” of sorts that govern our taking, so that the world is as rich for the seventh generation as it is for us.

The Honorable Harvest, a practice both ancient and urgent, applies to every exchange between people and the Earth. Its protocol is not written down, but if it were, it would look something like this:

Ask permission of the ones whose lives you seek. Abide by the answer.

Never take the first. Never take the last.

Harvest in a way that minimizes harm.

Take only what you need and leave some for others.

Use everything that you take.

Take only that which is given to you.

Share it, as the Earth has shared with you.

Be grateful.

Reciprocate the gift.

Sustain the ones who sustain you, and the Earth will last forever.

Though we live in a world made of gifts, we find ourselves harnessed to institutions and an economy that relentlessly ask, “What more can we take from the Earth?” In order for balance to occur, we cannot keep taking without replenishing. Don’t we need to ask, “What can we give?”

The Honorable Harvest is a covenant of reciprocity between humans and the land. This simple list may seem like a quaint prescription for how to pick berries, but it is the root of a sophisticated ethical protocol that could guide us in a time when unbridled exploitation threatens the life that surrounds us. Western economies and institutions enmesh us all in a profoundly dishonorable harvest. Collectively, by assent or by inaction, we have chosen the policies we live by. We can choose again.

What if the Honorable Harvest were the law of the land? And humans—not just plants and animals—fulfilled the purpose of supporting the lives of others? What would the world look like if a developer poised to convert a meadow to a shopping mall had first to ask permission of the meadowlarks and the goldenrod? And abide by their answer? What if we fill our shopping baskets with only that which is needed and give something back in return?

How can we reciprocate the gifts of the Earth? In gratitude, in ceremony, through acts of practical reverence and land stewardship, in fierce defense of the places we love, in art, in science, in song, in gardens, in children, in ballots, in stories of renewal, in creative resistance, in how we spend our money and our precious lives, by refusing to be complicit with the forces of ecological destruction. Whatever our gift, we are called to give it and dance for the renewal of the world.”

~ Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”
www.robinwallkimmerer.com

Art by Josephine Klerks :: SoulArt Klerks ::
www.josephineklerks.com

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