I here is not the traditional “I” we’ve come to know; separate and distinct. me over here, you over there. instead we exist as porous assemblages and as holobionts (we’ll get to all this as we go). we are temporary collectives of matter, nutrients, bacteria, consciousness, and heart. heart that gave rise to the wild threshold. a heart I do not claim as distinctly mine.
the wild threshold is a space to share fertilizer and tend collective gardens of psyche, the living world and the compost that fortifies them. where we make-with and live-with each other. not for “healing” but for deepening, curiosity, unlearning, unmaking, maturing, opening and learning to become more relational. a space of eros ‘the glue that binds’. where we acknowledge our nature as embedded mammals.
corridoring is not therapy, it’s ecological companioning. like cleaner fish with the shark. removing parsites or cleaning teeth, or ecological psychological hygeine. being with all that seeks to reveal itself, rooted in the five tenets of ecological psychology. we explore both nourishing and challenging offerings while cultivating psychological diversity. I am not an expert and do not claim to hold answers. I am an endless student, learning this body, both the one I inhabet and the planet; guided by curiosity and learning to trust the many unseen processes. I share what has decomposed and is recomposing, both still in process. it got messy, is messy… and messy offers a specific medicine. life is a serious matter because it matters. how we live, think, and feel matters and affects, shapes (sometimes even destroys) a shared world.
ecological psychology; relationship with everything. responsive and response-able. full-spectrum feeling. there will be ripples. nothing said is ever fixed or fact. as a teacher I often return to says “we’re weaving the edges of tomorrow, creating the conditions for future living”. this “work” matters—the work of being in relationship, cultivating an ethos, psychic space, reanimating our senses—being humble, human, animal, primate, mammal.
tricia french muses and makes with the wild threshold. her art practice (triciafrenchart.com) and solitary nature of painting led her back to graduate school, where she spent years apprenticing with biogeochemical cycles. a craving for cosmic sense-making, seeking the ground of being; a world attuned to the intelligence of mammalian senses, where we touch, feel, smell, hear, and see the wilds of our inner and outer ecologies. she journeys this corridor as a companion, inviting others into the act of together-ing.