20/03/2026
A powerful poem about spiritual processing by Learn Reiki student, Luke Carter. ❤️
THE WALLOW
Let go & fall like a little waterfall
A Semi-Poetic Reimagining of a quite Magical Concept
To Wallow you know, has certain connotations ~ self-pity by the glass, like ritual libations
For me though of late; I’ve enjoyed this brief wander; rethinking, reimagining to ensure we don’t squander…
The restorative hugs the Wallow can offer~ when in need of a break from advice ringing hollow
As best as I’m able, I’ll try to illuminate, the healing powers of the Wallow hoping they’ll germinate;
The Wallow you’ll see provides a low lit cocoon, space to stretch out though, unlike a womb
In the Wallow’s warm glow, you’ll find if you look, your Agency strong, very much on the go
There’s Sovereignty here, though yes, it may lurk, but we initiate the Wallow and decide when we end it’s work
Here; happily alone (and of my own choosing) ~ I’ll console, forgive and give me these gifts
But let’s not forget what the Wallow foretells;
Come the time, Once we’re ready shrug it off ~ stride forth again fine!
It’s important that bit, I’ll share with you now ~ Much less the blows you can take but what you allow
Because the Wallow is there when disasters cascade, when things go awry or just when we’re afraid
Though not simply a reflex of mammalian design which quivers our body, contorting the spine
We’re taught that such things are beyond all control, leaving us jellied, inverted and rather exposed
To Wallow is our will, defiant and heady ~ It says; “yes", Dear friend “that’s quite enough already!”
Our fighting, Our flighting, Our fawning & freezing, Damn helpful says Darwin ~ just not that appealing
So, Wallow my friend; it’s our Spiritual Duvet! ~ to pull over one’s head whilst the sky is all Doomy
We can rest & repair in our own comfy lair ~ safe from the sad fog through which runs that Black Dog.
It’s a safe reservation for a Soul’s hibernation, not the deafening collapse of survival skills lapsed!
Self-blame, recrimination are not welcome to linger….
…….for in the Wallow’s low light on my wellbeing I’ll tinker. ❤️
Words: Luke Carter
Pictures 2, 3 & 4: Shiloh Sofia McCloud, spiritual artist
Picture 1: uncredited
