You are warmly invited to join us for a new year of Sacred Saunter Sundays — an immersive experience inspired by forest bathing and Wild Church designed to rewild and rejuvenate our spirituality.
As we embark on this gentle walk, we will create a sacred space for introspection, mindfulness, and (re)connection with nature. The path will lead us through serene settings, providing moments for quiet reflection and a chance to attune ourselves to the whispers of the wind, the rustle of leaves, and the songs of birds.
Attire: Comfortable clothing and footwear suitable for light walking.
We gather the Second Sunday of each month to honor the sacred web of life of which we are a part. Our guides are the flora and fauna of South Holland, the lindens and pines, the wild geese and the sweet songbirds, the green mosses and the grey stones, and of course, each other. We are inspired by the Sacred Spark that dwells in and between us all.
Wildwood Wisdom honors all sacred traditions – everyone, everyone, everyone is welcome. We recognize sacredness in all of creation – human and the more than human world. These Sundays offer a step out of ordinary time for connection, mindfulness, lament and joy, saunters and sit-spots, wandering and wondering, shared readings and opportunities for engagement.
Please bring a light chair, ground-friendly cushion or a blanket to sit on. During our cold months, also bring yourself a warm beverage and whatever else you may need to be comfortable in the outdoors. You can also grab a coffee or tea at the teahouse. Hats and mittens are encouraged 🙂
We will meet at Leidse Hout in front of the teahouse.
Wildwood Sundays are free gatherings and donations are appreciated.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?