Monday, April 20, 2020

Venturing into Prospect: Nature Writing as Resonance with Heartscapes

Yellow Jacket Canyon
Connecting inner and outer landscapes is what can make nature writing healing. Earth offers us amazing images and metaphors with which to express ourselves. Using Earth imagery in writing is a way to tell our story in a manner that connects us to a larger, living intelligence. Nature writing supports us to find meaning and importance in our personal stories, showing us how our stories connect to the larger systems of life.

Eco-psychology understands how natural places can support our health and growth. Being in nature and writing both invite us to discover connection. An awareness of natural processes can teach us ways to live with painful aspects of our personal lives with more equanimity. In eco-psychology, the concepts of Prospect and Refuge come into play. Prospect offers us the larger view, a way to expand out of mental and emotional constrictions that are limiting. Refuge offers shelter, safety, containment; a sense that one is protected. In most landscapes there is a balance of Prospect and Refuge and one can explore that dialectic easily, tuning in to what is needed for balance and finding a way to meet the need.

My recent adventure into the Canyon of the Ancients was an unexpectedly strange experience. The more well known access points into these public lands have been feeling crowded as the season changes, so I opted for this very remote trail. It is barely marked by a small public lands sign indicating access for hikers and horses. The signage stood crooked in some bushes, as if hit by a baseball bat out of a pickup by hooligans on a dusty county road named Y. Telling.

Disappearing Roads
photo by RPodunovich
This was a day of extreme Prospect, too much perhaps and too isolated of a trail to feel at ease. Spotting Mountain Lion scat at the outset and in several places during the descent also played into a mood that wavered between anxiety and thrill:  the two-sided adrenaline coin that can be so compelling. The canyon in this spot is wide and the view vast, so immense that the mind endeavors to take in the scale, making one’s small place in that expanse evident. The trail is an old road that has long been reclaimed by the geography of rolling stones and erosion. A half mile in, there was an odd sense of traveling along a landslide. My mind filled with images of mudslides and huge boulders unhinged and free falling in a flash flood. The sandstone outcroppings seemed perfect for a predator to eye its next meal.

The trail steeply descends into a wide valley, but not before traversing through a dry wash whose sandy sidewalls are high above head. There would be no scrambling up them if needed. This was such a contrast to the large view up until this point, and rather than a feeling of refuge, I felt a sense of being trapped. Cheerful lizards scurried out, blinking at me, curious at my intrusion into the silence. This winding wash of course led to water in the valley and the cool invitation of a lovely stream felt welcome. It was dammed at one point by the clever handiwork of beavers. This felt like a spot of refuge with the water slowed by and gently flowing through the beaver dam. The air was fresh and the clear water full of grasses and algae, its trickling sound soothing in the desert.

photo by RPodunovich
Looking for a spot to cross, I suddenly heard a swarm of bees in the cottonwoods. I looked for the hive, but couldn’t locate one and then I remembered a friend’s long narrative recently about “wild bees” that build their homes inside the trees. Their humsong vibrated along my skin and I stopped, awed. Just the day before I had been editing Shore’s writing about bees and hives. Synchronicity is always present, yet it defines those moments in which we realize the interconnections between the conscious and unconsciousa waking dream or a veil lifting so that we see the larger connections, the way parts intertwine and influence.

With no easy crossing to be found, I took off my hiking boots and stepped into the cold water. The moss and grasses felt like satin, soothing my bare feet. I scrambled up the bank, avoiding prickly pear cactus and sharp rocks, until I found a spot to get my boots back on. At this point, the valley was open and wide, and the canyon walls were sheered off faces of red rock and tumbling stone. Geological time, the rate at which rocks move, became clear. All things fall to the bottom eventually yet seemed to pause in a timeless yawn. Scanning the canyon walls, I didn’t see any ruin sites. I am becoming more aware of what creates a good spot for refuge, for a home in such an environment, such as a south-facing overhang that has to be just perfect in position and conditions. Nothing like that exists here, then or now. This is a land to pass through, not to stop and call home.

Endless Valley
photo by RPodunovich
As I heated water on my ultra light burner, I considered difficult situations in my life that are about the Prospect and Refuge found in relationships; that ever shifting landscape of heart and connection. I sipped bitter instant espresso and scanned the valley, wondering where this trail might end up if I kept following it. Out by the old Ismay Trading Post in Aneth, UT, I suspected. It’s so bitter and painful to have situations that are unresolvable. We are exposed to ourselves by life unexpectedly at times. It is vulnerable and confusing. None of us likes being exposed. For that, I have true compassion, for each one of us, and for myself.
We can blame others for our difficulties, but true resiliency is about taking full responsibility for our own feelings and actions rather than projecting, blaming, denying. The past two years have harshly awakened me from my own illusions, ones that were just out of awareness until they were suddenly exposed. I have had to renegotiate the roles in my relationships, find a balance of offering both Prospect and Refuge in a new way, one that considers myself more firmly in the equation. I am a landscape of instability, change and of my own volition. These landscapes always shift, and after the grief, a new center of gravity always emerges and I am grateful for that strengthening.

I take a small journal with me on these outings, jotting a few words down or at times attempting to render the landscape. Just a few words that day, a haiku:

Foot of the Cottonwoods
photo by RPodunovich
wide canyon, valley
vast, the foot of cottonwoods-
refuge enough, just.

These landscapes (of the earth and of the heart) are so difficult to render. After years of landscape lessons from artists, beginning with my father and followed by others who truly master it, I am at a loss. I thought about the technique of breaking down the pallet of the landscape by gathering different stones along my path. In this way, the complexity of the colors is easier to embrace. Instead, I attempted a blind contour drawing of the horizon line with a black Sharpie. When I pulled it out of my pack today, it looked like an abstract children’s coloring book, so I treated it that way. I got out my Prismacolor pencils and decided to go bold. I love working with these particular pencils, their quality and texture soothes me, a lot like the blanket I used to have when I was a kid. I understand now how so much bad Southwest art is created. At least, I did not use pastels- how cliché that would have been?! This is really bad art. And I take full responsibility for it.  

-Renee Podunovich, 4.20.20

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Sunday, April 12, 2020

Collaborations Abound: Poetry of Common Humanity in The Pause

Aspens in Air
photo by RPodunovich

Hello Friends- far and near, in contact or not in contact:  in my heart always! 

Here we are, together in such uncertainty and apart at home in the time of covid19. I've been working from home, with an increased caseload, for four weeks now. After years of gaining more and more continuing ed, techniques, theories, applications, etc. - I can say Self-Compassion is the best medicine for any situation. That and understanding what is within our control and what is not. And letting the latter go! I just updated my website and plan to offer some supportive blog articles there that will incorporate practices and guided audios for anyone interested. 

I am a huge fan of Neff's Mindful Self-Compassion Therapy. Check out the website, full of guided imagery practices  and exercises for applying these concepts. I am also currently studying the  Safely Embodied practices outlined by Dr. Deirdre Fay who has combined work on attachment theory, trauma research and yoga philosophy. Like Neff's work, the applications that are born out of the research are practical and accessible.

So far, 2020 is a year of many personal projects and many collaborations. I am excited about each one, loosely keeping tabs on their progress, but not worrying about the unfinished business of them- really grounding into process, enjoying it, letting it unfold, allowing the surprise twists and turns that arise out of the creative flow state. Here is a snapshot of my desk this morning: undone things, work papers, random trinkets, project essentials. I had the thought that I need a bigger desk now, but then realized it would look the same. I'll just tidy up a bit before working of them, whichever strikes my fancy today.

Looks like I'll be publishing my new collection "Illustrious for Brief Moments" with Finishing Line Press. They published my second collection and I like working with them. There will be nine weeks of pre-sales, in which I will elicit support for this endeavor. Thanks in advance for the support!! More as it develops. 

Sonja Horoshko and I finished our residency at 
Willowtail Springs which resulted in a very satisfying end product of six hand-bound, letter pressed manuscripts, the culmination of a year of seriously tedious work. We had planned some exhibits, locally and around the state, but obviously that is on hold. 

Sonja and I are also working with Arts at the Sharehouse to publish a regional anthology of writers. This is partly funded by the City of Cortez and it will represent very diverse POVs and voices in our SW region. As the poetry "editor" I am getting to read a lot of great poetry these days!!

Other upcoming collabs include working with artist and long time friend, Rosie Carter creating some Broadsides pairing poems and images. We have decided on the theme "Geological Time" which has me researching again about all things anthropocene. 

Be well all! I am hanging in there. Missing you. 

First Ride on Kinda Flat Tires