Updated: May 13



"I’m dropping slowly into sleep when an image suddenly appears unbidden waking me again:


“a female bird facing left, softest of soft smooth feathers, light brown grey with lower body light red/dull pink, size seemingly bigger than UK blackbird; fully present, here, alive, warm, with a heartbeat.“


I see stunning beauty in this bird; in her presence l am deeply moved, astonished, in wonder realising it is a female Kauai ‘O’o. I couldn't make this up if l tried.


This dream arrived the night after Rebecca Wildbear’s writing bringing our attention this extinct bird, and more, was published in part 1 of her Soulcraft Musing on the Animas website a few weeks after it first appeared in the Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus blog in March. The image on the Animas piece showed two birds facing right. The bird in the dream image faced left.


I am also surprised since it is very rare indeed that l dream, or remember, as l fall asleep or drop into sleep. More usually l remember dreams during the early hours or near morning waking.


I manage to wake enough to know to write something down, but was so tired l went straight back to sleep after writing. When l look at my notes in the morning l see l’ve also written 'song', but haven't remembered the song, darn; l forgot to record the dream song herself at the time as l’ve learned to do. The bird in the dream image is slightly lighter in grey/brown, slightly darker/vibrant in reddy/dull pink than the image on Rebecca’s article. But how astonishing that this extinct bird is singing and heard again in the world now, and in a very different land/way.


I let the image have her way with me. One thing that blows me over is the power of dream and deep imagination, as if the dream image here is a kind of ‘wave’ of Earthsongwave….the image comes on the second wave of publishing rather than the first. Isn’t that what Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus is about, to bring forth the impossible wave dream; one we humans cannot imagine by ourselves and which goes way beyond; that we are within a community, an entanglement with other more-than-human voices?


I find myself still, weeks later feeling into more questions, like:


Has she heard the longing of the male calling her? Is she calling him now? What/who now?


Has she heard my longing to hear her and the voices of the others who have gone or going and responding in gratitude, for being remembered, or? Oh, the power of longing and praise, of deep conversations shared.


What is the impact of such a song being heard again in the dreaming, echoing forward…..here and now in Earth on another continent?


Can she resonate with my singing for a human lover who may be extinct, like humanity may become, but who might just sing back in again upon hearing?


Is this writing yet another echo wave, of Kauai ‘O’o, Earthsongwave, and Rebecca’s article singing back an echoing song ? A different kind of third wave?


What can this mean that an extinct bird has sung into a dream?


I feel on the sharp cutting edge of utter awe, hope and total grief; a broken wide open scream.


A poem pops in:


The Wind, One Brilliant Day,


The wind one brilliant day called to my soul with an odour of jasmine. 'In return for the odour of my jasmine, I'd like all the odour of your roses.' 'I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead.' 'Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.' the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: 'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'


Antonio Machado


Oh, what have we done!


I continue living the image, the questions, the awe, the heartbreak.


Ah, the Mystery and wonder of it all. Maybe Kauai ‘O’o and other’s have/will sing in to your dreams too.


There have been more truly beautiful experiences of Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus this year too with some posted in various places via email, Facebook, The Animas Commons, another 1,000 pages of the website visited, 56 countries; the impact, intimacy, love song, fecund wonder of an animate, songful, holy Earth. Experiences shared from Minnammura Estuary in New South Wales; renewed promises in Melbourne; pink double rainbows, raven and magpie song in Western Australia; love songs as sun breaks over the North Sea in Scotland; wide panorama song in Montana; singing across the Colorado Plateau, whispering in New Mexico and more; humans listening more intently.


Whilst Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus happens every one of Earth's orbits around the Sun on 1 April, you are invited to this ceremony more often through the year if you do not do so already. What if we are being invited to tend Earthsongs? And what may happen if we do?


The last circle around the Sun in Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus, we held a Women's New Moon Council. Listening this time we are invited to tend the experiences and songs encountered, like tending the song and warm heartbeat of Kauai ‘O’o. What might happen if we hold, stay with the edge, not drop and move on to something else like a Facebook Timeline. If you would like to meet monthly to 'stay with', make a nesting place for the impossible, tending Earthsongs over the next year, contact me and we can arrange time to gather together around Earth through the Zoom portal. What might birth and emerge from our nest tending, what impact might our tending Earthsongs have and is this tending another form of activism, protecting and living into wild Earth’s veiled dream and imagination?


Also, if you would like to become more involved, Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus is seeking someone who is skilled and willing to offer digital/social media skills; also for collaborators to enable further musings, shapings and waves of Earthsongwaves in different languages as well as English around Earth. What songs could you bring here?


Meanwhile, you are welcome to keep sending Earthsongs and articles, musings, sounds and images down through the Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus’ vibration waves.


May the waves of Kauai ‘O’o continue to ripple around Earth with their haunting longing love songs…


Earthsongwave blessings and gratitude ~


Wendy


Image by kind permission of Doug Van Houten


Wendy is Foundher of the yearly Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus. She is also an International nature-based Soul Initiation and Human Development Guide, Mentor and Supervisor, writer, poet and photographer who passionately tunes into the deeper mysteries through the veils of the human and more-than-human world listening for our unique voices born for and longing to come forth. She is involved in co-creating 'The Centre; Wild and Soulcentric' in West Coast, Scotland. Wendy has published a first book of poetry and images: 'Whispers; Imagining Earth Community, Surrendering to Earth's Wisdom'.


Thank you again Doug Van Houten for your beautiful collages. Doug lives in Kentucky and is an International Nature-Based Soul Initiation Guide with Animas Valley Institute. He is passionately heart-felt about bringing people into their unique conscious living in Earth's Dreaming particularly through dream, body and art; through programmes and mentoring.





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Updated: Mar 31


Hear My Full Voice, Doug Van Houten


The writings offered in this year’s blogs are a feast of unique songs again. A feast of unique songs highlighting the different ways that each one of us brings and sings Earthsongs. How might you add your voice on Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus on Thursday morn and any other morn.


Geneen Marie Haugen noted in Blowing Open the Dusty Windows of Perception in Animas Valley Institute’s Soulcraft Musings recently:


"The more frequently individual human beings touch a felt-sense of the possible world that Arundhati Roy knows is so near, or that Charles Eisenstein has called The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know is Possible, the more we seed and participate with the collective psychic field, or what has been called the noosphere 3, or the “mind-sphere” of Earth.”


This also speaks to one of the urgent core callings of Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus; to participate collectively feeling into a felt sense in the collective psychic field of Earth; to listen and sing our co-song into the field. What might we seemingly impossibly co-seed, plant together. Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus is a sacred ceremony offering resecration to Earth, a love song to Earth in sacred reciprocity, celebration, praise, prayer, gratitude, grief and more. May Earth, Sun, Moon, and Cosmos hear (and hear of) our co-song this Thursday.


You are also warmly invited to send in your co-song wildsinging experiences, art, poems, and stories from around Earth. A selection will be offered to ripple further in the human world in future blogs.


In the meantime here is my Love Song singing in Thursday morning’s dawn and more. May you sing your own Love Song for Earth too. You are welcome to borrow this one should it sing you:


A Love Song to Earth


Beloved Earth, especially now, l sing my love song to you. I know you are in trouble and therefore all life is in trouble. All your voices are moving towards extinction with so many gone already into The Great Silence.


Oh, what have l done to you dearest Earth who in deep wildsong opera with sun, moon and cosmos is continuing to give so generously in your way as part of a great and sacred reciprocal enhancement of all living death and life.


How might l listen to your ways of miracle beyond human belief. How many ways can l bless you, offer to you, sing to you wherever and whenever l can.


How many ways can l make amends


for wherever you are, l am.


How may l help you in the ways only you know, ways beyond my grandiose or be-littling and painful self survival that has been necessary in a culture where maturity has been arrested for many lifetimes.


What is your desire to sing in me that flourishing be so.


I listen, discern, for your voice; longing for you to sing me in the ways only you can; like a reed rooted through soil and water, like a great thunder roar and lightening strike, like a wayward lost child finding her way home again;


for the way l am uniquely born to sing in these eons of The Great Forgetting;


may l remember.


How may l open evermore deeply to loving and serving you mighty Earth with your great and expressive deep oceans, blue skies, soil creating worms, hummingbird nectar, ancient wisdom trees, imaginal interspecies and diverse humankind; your colours like the dazzling yellow of the daffodils and black of dark matter; coronavirus, wild mountains, vast continents, pollinating honeybees, sweet and potent scents, green grasses, antlered stags, deep canyons, wide rivers, bubbling pebbles, single cell ones, intricate patterns, and strange wonder dreams, to mention just a mere morsel part-crumb of your Being.


Why are we not all on our knees broken open together singing in joy and wailing in grief?


I am humbled. I need you so deeply, so utterly, that l cannot even breathe without you. Forget interdependence, my love, l am completely dependent on you. I am your flesh and bone walking. I am of the collision of nebula. I am born of the original song bursting into the multiverses from beyond...moving through.


Even when l breathe no more, my body is still yours, entangling further into other lives as other lives are entangling into mine, are me even now.


How may l live my life for those to come;


be willingly Co-dependent, Co-breathing, Co-singing with all of you; knowing my breath and my song, is also your breath, your song.


How might l surrender to your life-giving frequency remembering that this one too is born of your longing.


May l remember grace and courage by touching into your resonating psychic field.


For l am also your longing in being and becoming now.


Sing me, my love; that l may sing you in life’s great Symphony.


It is so.


Wendy Robertson Fyfe



Wendy is Foundher of the yearly Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus. She is also an International nature-based Soul Initiation and Human Development Guide, Mentor and Supervisor, writer, poet and photographer who passionately tunes into the deeper mysteries of the human and more-than-human world listening for our unique voices born and longing to come forth. She is involved in co-creating 'The Centre; Wild and Soulcentric' in West Coast, Scotland. Wendy has published a first book of poetry and images: 'Whispers; Imagining Earth Community, Surrendering to Earth's Wisdom'.


Thank you Doug Van Houten for your beautiful collages. Doug lives in Kentucky and is an International Nature-Based Soul Initiation Guide with Animas Valley Institute. He is passionately heart-felt about bringing people into their unique conscious living in Earth's Dreaming particularly through dream, body and art; through programmes and mentoring.


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If when reading this blog, you too would like to be more involved/participate in the sacred ceremony of Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus yearly on1 April, please contact us through www.earthsongwave.com.


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Updated: Apr 18


Collage: Doug Van Houten



Hearing the last song of a male Kauai ‘O’o tears me up. He was singing for a female who will never come. Now his lovely voice is gone too. I cry for him, and for all the species we have lost. First listed as endangered in 1967, the Kauai ‘O’o lived in the forests of Kaua’i, and was extinct 20 years later, after their habitat was destroyed by human activity.

One in a million species expires naturally each year, but now extinctions are happening 1,000 times faster. Humans are driving species extinct*more rapidly than ever before in the history of the planet. Since the dawn of industrial civilization, we have lost eighty-three percent of wild mammals and fifty percent of plants, and a million more species are at risk—all largely as a result of human actions.

Everywhere there is life, there is song. The planet is always singing. Humans are meant to live in sync, our unique note resounding within the symphony. Instead, our dominant culture is killing all the other voices, one by one, as if removing instruments from an orchestra. Some birds have forgotten their song, like the once abundant regent honeyeater. Now critically endangered, they are unable to find other honeyeaters and hear their songs.

The world needs the bitter and resonant cry of every creature, even our own deep voices, attuning with the song of the world. As a wilderness and soul guide, I invite people to listen to the voices of all the others and remember their own unique notes, the mythic purpose of their souls. I was made for this work. Yet it is not enough to stop the destruction of the last remaining wild species.


Whistling

Did the Kauai ‘O’o know he was calling out to an empty world?


“The costs of civilization are too high,” his song pierces me. “Remember the connection we once had.”


The first human words sounded like birds. Humans and birds evolved from a common ancestor, a reptile millions of years ago. Both grew to form complex vocalizations and social groups. Rare whistling languages, often called bird languages, used to be found all over the world. The truest voices of our ancestors, they are now heard only in a handful of places with scattered settlements or mountainous terrain.

In south-western Costa Rica, I lived amongst the Guaymi people in rustic dwellings, eating home-grown rice and beans in banana leaves. We taught each other, in Spanish, our first languages. When the Guaymi whistled to each other, the sound traveled a great distance through the rainforest. They looked beautiful with their heads and bodies vibrating, faces and lips moving wildly to form the unusual sounds.

In the foothills of the Himalayas, the Hmong people speak in whistles. In their courtship rituals, now rarely-performed, boys would wander through nearby villages at nightfall, whistling poetry. If a girl responded, the dialogue would continue. The lovers added nonsense syllables to assure the secrecy of their melody.


Longing

“Is anyone alive out there?” the Kauai ‘O’o sings, but there is no reply, nor will there ever be again.


Is he sorrowful? That is what I feel when I sense what is happening and read things like of all the mammals now on Earth, ninety-six percent are livestock and humans—only four percent are wild mammals.

Tears flow. I long for a world more alive than the one we inhabit. For rivers to run clear and flocks of birds to fill the sky. Ancient trees to cover the land. Oceans to teem with whales and coral. For machines that mine coal, oil, and trees to be dismantled. For people to stop extracting and start honoring. For lost cultures and species to return, and be driven out no more.

Longing is prayer, and prayer is a conversation. If we listen to nature and our dreams, we can be guided towards the actions that matter most. If we ask and await the mystery, we can receive a response and then embody what is asked. Prayer is what we become when we offer our lives in creative service.

Will civilization collapse first, before the biosphere? Or after all species and wild places are already gone? Species can’t survive without unspoiled habitat, but there is less every day. Even in the wake of late-stage global capitalism, I long for a sustainable society, rooted in an ethical approach in its relationship with the land, honoring the voices of river, bird, rock, and tree.

These collaborative relationships have existed for millennium. The Yao people still team up with the honeyguide bird in sub-Saharan Africa to hunt for honey. Using a series of special chirps, humans and birds communicate with each other. The honeyguide birds lead the way to hidden beehives, and the Yao people share the sweetness with their avian friends.


Protecting

Is the Kauai ‘O’o aware this is his last message to the world? What will humanity’s last song be?


The last passenger pigeon died in 1914 at the Cincinnati Zoo. She had a palsy that made her tremble and never laid a fertile egg in her life. In the 19th century, passenger pigeon migrations darkened the sky. Flocks took hours to pass and were so loud that human conversation was impossible. These birds sustained people through the winter. By the mid-1890’s, flock sizes numbered in the dozens rather than hundreds of billions.

Passenger pigeons were hunted out of existence. After the invention of the telegraph and the railroad, the commercial pigeon industry boomed. Hunters killed them in their nesting grounds and harvested the squabs. No one stopped when their numbers crashed. People slaughtered them until the end.

In the 19th century, people did not believe they could drive a species to extinction. This seems to mirror a denial still present today. Most people do not believe humans are destroying the biosphere of the living planet. “People need these jobs,” the passenger pigeon industry said to avoid restrictions on hunting. Industries today make similar claims, as their mines, dams, and industrial agriculture clear cut and pave over ecosystems, poison rivers and the sea, and dry up underground aquifers.

Indigenous peoples have always been the Earth’s greatest defenders. Indigenous people protect eighty percent of global diversity, even though they comprise less than five percent of the world’s population. The Earth needs more people to stand in solidarity I wonder if the Kauai ‘O’o felt as desperate as I do, if he understood that the planet is being plundered. I imagine myself singing alongside him, calling out—are you out there? What will you do to protect the beloved Earth?


Industry plans to destroy a critical corridor for pronghorn antelope and mule deer, nesting ground for golden eagles, ferruginous hawks, and prairie falcons. Lithium Americas is slated to build a lithium mine on Thacker Pass. They say it will provide jobs. Falsely, they call it green to manufacture belief that it somehow will not destroy the biosphere. Five to eight percent of the global population of endangered sage-grouse live there. The watershed is home to the threatened Lahontan cutthroat trout and the endemic King’s River pryg. I invite you to join environmentalists Max Wilbert and Will Falk in protesting the mine. The songs of eagles, hawks, falcons, and sagebrush are priceless and irreplaceable.

Rebecca Wildbear is a river and soul guide who helps people tune in to the mysteries that live within the Earth community, dreams, and their own wild Nature, so they may live a life of creative service. She has been a guide with Animas Valley Institute since 2006 and is author of the forthcoming books, Wild Yoga: A Practice of Initiation, Veneration, and Advocacy for Earth and Playing & Praying: Soul Stories to Inspire Personal & Planetary Transformation.


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Thank you Rebecca Wildbear for your Earthsong offering to Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus 2021.


If when reading this blog, you too would like to be more involved/participate in the sacred ceremony of Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus yearly on 1 April, please contact us through www.earthsongwave.com. May Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus also be an opportunity for you to "listen to nature and our dreams, we can be guided towards the actions that matter most. If we ask and await the mystery, we can receive a response and then embody what is asked."

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