“When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Wendell Berry
When I am in the wilderness, I feel a connection to the tree torched by lightening or a darkening sky as I walk.
I am wild as I listen to the silence. I am wild as the leaves of olive trees or aspens whisper in the sunlight.
I am wild as I stand in the shadow of a hoodoo.
I am wild as I find my way home, tired and hungry, knowing that tomorrow offers a new path. Bliss.
More thoughts on Wild here.
PS-Researching this post, I came across the above-noted quote, found it vaguely familiar and absolutely perfect. I realized a blog I read daily has this quote on its sidebar. Therefore, I must cite where I saw it first. Ruth's blog epitomizes wild in that it captures place, the love of nature, its surroundings and its the ability to offer moments in time and meditation. Take a look.