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Wildlife Appreciation as Spiritual Practice

Wildlife Appreciation as Spiritual Practice

Observing wildlife with mindful attention serves as a practical spiritual practice.

There's a moment every wildlife rehabber knows, when they are holding something wild, something that would rather be anywhere else, and for one breath it stops fighting against their hold, not out of trust in what they are doing, but because it's decided, for now, that stillness is the smarter move. That moment has taught me more about presence than any meditation app ever has. I've spent over thirty years with my hands in this work, coastal Texas, herons and raccoons and the occasional furious opossum, and somewhere in those decades wildlife stopped being just my job and became my spiritual practice in the most real way, built from paying attention to creatures who owe me nothing and perform nothing for my benefit.

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This piece is part of the Nature & Wonder series, and will be available soon on the new Moss & Ember resource guide. Keep an eye out for that launch.

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Mr Moon
Mr MoonJul 24
Beautiful article 💓
Katie Byers
Katie Byers @Mr MoonJul 25
Thank you!
Lisa
LisaJul 25
Ok. Definitely a frequency here. Two weeks ago I was selecting a crystal for healing work dealing with feelings of abandonment. The pink stones were very soft and comforting, but I needed something more “in your face.” I choose Malachite. After journaling my contemplation and selection I looked up and observed a doe in our yard. She was under a shaded tree watching me. I moved around to study her and she remained still, watching me. I felt her. My pink stone energy. The gentle warmth of comfort. My soft landing from the bold work of the malachite. It was reassuring that I had chosen correctly. As I turned back to my journal I bumped my phone and noted the time 12:34. I logged it with a comment about not knowing what it meant. Ten days later I was at my dad’s hospital bedside, with my mom, navigating his next steps into hospice. Upon the conclusion of our visit with the nurse coordinator I opened my phone. 12:34. My doe. My soft landing reminding me I am not alone and I do not carry this burden by myself. Yes. All of this from a doe. Some may say it’s just coincidence, but I know the energy of those moments and it was an alignment, a frequency. Just as the timing of me finding this article. It’s not the first time for Kate and me…
Katie Byers
Katie Byers @LisaAug 5
This is absolutely stunning and I am so grateful you had this moment.