Sometimes a Wild God, Episode 278

When a wild god arrives at our door... do we just shut it, or could we find a way to let the wildness in?

What would it take to inhabit the 'wild' end of the wild-civilised polarity in a way that honours our lives, brings us to life, includes it - so that our wildness does not only live in the shadows but can live in our conversations, our creativity, the way we dance, and the way we respond to the vast mystery we're all in the middle of (but which we often hide away from)? And could it be that by including the wildness within us and between us, rather than pretending it isn't there, we give ourselves a chance to respond with courage and openness to the call of the world around us?

This week's Turning Towards Life conversation begins with an extraordinary poem by Tom Hirons and is hosted, as always, by Lizzie Winn and Justin Wise of Thirdspace.

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Here's our source for this week:

Sometimes a Wild God
Tom Hirons

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.

When the wild god arrives at the door,
You will probably fear him.
He reminds you of something dark
That you might have dreamt,
Or the secret you do not wish to be shared.

He will not ring the doorbell;
Instead he scrapes with his fingers
Leaving blood on the paintwork,
Though primroses grow
In circles round his feet.

You do not want to let him in.
You are very busy.
It is late, or early, and besides…
You cannot look at him straight
Because he makes you want to cry.

You can read the whole of this wonderful poem at Tom’s website

Photo by Max Saeling on Unsplash

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