When missionaries first encountered the uncontactable peoples of the Peruvian jungle, they dropped small mirrors (and, weirdly, underpants) from their seaplanes into the heart of each tribal community. 

The mirrors were a ‘modern technology’ used to intentionally divorce people from their union with Land. It was a way of making the beholder feel enlarged and important… singular. 

To Indigenous peoples, the forest itself was a mirror. It showed them who they were; mere backcloth to the artisan, Earth.

The mirror became the most successful tool of separation known to the missionaries but there are too, as many ways we’ve been ‘saved’ from our inner wilds as there are widening rings in our trunks.

Remembering our Wholeness can start as small as asking ourselves, through what do I seek my reflection? 

Do we use mirrors others have given us, or can we recognize ourselves in that which we are not (and have never been) separate from?