I return to this blog after more than a year away. My love for experience of land has not diminished, but my priorities have shifted. The physically intense and limiting experience of a complicated pregnancy, followed by the all encompassing role of motherhood, are my excuse. Since we last talked I have moved twice, each time closer to the heart of town and farther from wildness. These days it takes more effort to find wildness, and even more to find the time to transmute the meaning and magic to words.
Perhaps it is my keen awareness of what I have lost that drives me to connect again to this blog, this place where I “write down the bones” of the beast born purely of unadulterated wildness. Reflecting on wildness, it seems clear that wildness is not something “out there,” separate and other. It is only because wildness resides within us that its outer form so moves and stirs us. An echo returning to itself. Sunlight reflected in still water. Wherever we reside, be it a landscape of glass and concrete or a landscape of wood and stone, wildness is there for the finding. Look for the meaning, look for the magic and there you will also find wildness.
Posted by: goutdeterroir | July 4, 2010
A Return to Wildness
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When we watch the animals of the world, or experience the wildness of the land, we humans recognize the savage in ourselves. This is a powerful moment. Great post!
By: Katy Crocker on July 4, 2010
at 9:38 pm
ah wildness…so hard to hold it in and ‘seem’ normal.
way more powerful than a burp or a fart but i try to keep it from blurting out in the same way i do with those. inspired to feel less afraid of it. dance with it scream from it’s depths. speak & smile with it’s fire.
independence, YaY!
By: Nancy Brown on July 5, 2010
at 5:03 am