Happy Earth Day, everyone.
(You know how they say, “every day is Mother’s/Father’s Day”? Same goes for Earth Day…)
Now that I’ve finished preaching to the choir…
Does anyone/has anyone here experienced emotional and physical pain as they rewild? I experience very intense pain, and I don’t know why, and it bothers me. Sometimes I get the feeling that I shouldn’t be in pain over rewilding. I think I am hitting my head against a brick wall (metaphorically speaking). I sometimes tell myself that the pain is part of a healing and learning process. Maybe it’s not. After all, in the past it hasn’t been painful for me to learn how to read, or tie my shoe, or play tennis, or fish, or start a fire. When scrapes and cuts and other physical damages start to heal, the pain diminishes. All other kinds of healing/learning: no pain. Why wouldn’t it hold true for rewilding?
What am I missing here?
When I was 10, my babysitter told me (quite innocently) that before modern medicine, people used salt to clean wounds and kill germs. She was half right. She was missing some information: they washed the salt OUT. For the past 16 years I have had a scar from a salt burn. I kept putting the salt in the wound because I told myself that the pain must be part of the healing. The wound didn’t actually start to heal until I stopped salting it. I didn’t like the salt, but I trusted her; she seemed so sure of the information she gave me. I highly doubt she had ever cleaned a wound with salt herself, or she would have told me about washing it out.
I feel like I’m missing information. Right now, this is the best explanation I can come up with for why I am in pain:
Maybe it results from being more aware of what is really happening in our world? Being aware of how my day-to-day interactions in the city affect me and control my behavior? (I have to respond to people, after all.) Being aware of how day-to-day agriculture, logging, oil, manufacturing etc industries affect the world? Being aware of the way that our social constructs shatter the self? Trying desperately to detect, decipher and resist all those sneaky, subtle civilized messages while sitting in the middle of them? Wanting to get OUT but knowing there’s a long road ahead, debts to pay off, a “tribe” to find and commit to… it all gives me headache, heartache, boneache, skinache, nerveache, brainache, etc etc. And then when I pay attention to how much pain I’m carrying, I want it to all go away, I want to disappear. :’( Is civ putting salt in the wounds that I’m trying to air? If I mentally leave civ, how can I keep a job?