My Wilderness Roots
Every time I leave the gardens of the “civilized” world and wander to the Wild places, I hear my self calling out through the trees and the mountains and the bubbling streams. Like I’ve been here all along waiting to be found, but I’ve only just begun to recognize the sound of my own soul echoing through everything around me. Many people wander to the Wild to escape, to run away. There was a time where I wondered, was asked, what I might be running away from…
I think about it now and realize maybe I haven’t been running away at all. Maybe I’ve been running toward that long lost part of me. Magnetically drawing me home.
