Did you know that it’s as quick as one generation for the wisdom gathered from the Earth to be forgotten?

But thankfully, it is also as quick as one generation, or just a few, to remember.
To return. To rebuild—To reawaken the incredible voice of nature and ground ourselves again in our humanness.

At the centre of this great remembering stands The Mother Nature Archetype—not merely a symbol, but a living energy, the primordial source from which all life has emerged. She is the breathing soul of the Earth, the ever-generous force of nourishment, creation, and regeneration. Every river, every stone, every gust of wind is her whisper. We call her “Mother” because we are born of her body—our blood is her water, our bones her minerals, our breath her air.

She is not separate from us. She is us.

To understand the Mother Nature archetype is to come home to a sacred truth: that our wellbeing is deeply interwoven with the living intelligence of Earth. She feeds without condition, shelters without demand, and reminds us—through storms and blossoms alike—that life is sacred, cyclical, and relational.

Even in a world that has sought to control and commodify nature’s gifts, her essence prevails. Though we’ve witnessed the attempted ownership of seeds, soils, and healing practices—she cannot be patented. And while systems have risen that try to sever our bond with the natural world, Earth’s song continues to call us back.

We are living at an extraordinary threshold.

All over the world, people are waking up. Remembering that the sovereignty of human health is a birthright. That healing is not simply a transaction, but a sacred interaction—with our bodies, with our food, with our breath, with the Earth herself. That wellness is not found in isolation, but in communion.

The wisdom of Mother Nature is rising from soil and spring, from root and rain, and through the keepers of ancestral memory—the seed savers, herbalists, midwives, elders, and Earth-listeners who never forgot. This wisdom is now colliding with regenerative visions of the future, birthing something entirely new—a way of living that honours origin and evolution.

Of course, this renaissance does not emerge without shadows. We must remember the rupture. We can look to the Flexner Report as a symbol of how traditional and holistic healing was once pushed aside in favour of institutional control. This schism between humanity and nature created deep wounds—discrediting the very knowledge that once ensured our survival and spiritual vitality.

And yet, something new is growing.

A different mountain is rising. Slowly, steadily, from the heart of the Earth and from the tenacity of our own hands. This mountain is made of memory and courage. It mirrors how our ancestors carried wisdom across centuries—through drought, fire, and displacement—refusing to let the sacred be lost. This mountain is the quiet revolution of return. It is the reclaiming of our wholeness.

To embody the Mother Nature archetype is to live as a bridge between soil and soul, matter and mystery. Her many faces live within us:

• The Earth Keeper, steward of seeds, land, and legacy
• The Wild Woman, intuitive and untamed
• The Nurturer, healing through compassion and rhythm
• The Guardian of Cycles, honouring the moon, the womb, and the seasons
• The Crone Elder, holding deep-time wisdom and the blueprint of remembrance

This is not a story of going backwards. This is a story of going deeper, while expanding. A return not to what was—but to what is eternally true.

I will do something

Humanity’s ancient knowledge bank is still alive. It never left us—it lives in our bones and breath. We are being invited to witness its resilience not as a well to drain, but as a sacred code to integrate, protect, and evolve.

So let us walk barefoot again.
Let us tend the soil, listen to the wind, and gather by firelight.
Let us reclaim the rhythm that lives in our blood and in the land.
Let us build this new mountain together, with the strength of our memory and the vision of our hearts.

The remembering has begun. The mountain rises.
And our Beloved Mother is calling us home.

Heart To Heart, Eizabeth