We don’t return to the wild
so much as the wild returns to us.
In my view,
wildness isn’t a place,
but rather a state of energy.
It seems that nature is
fully conscious of its wild,
but sometimes we forget ours.
Our wild is expressed
in everything we perceive,
yet curiously, it is cloaked
within our imagination.
Stalking us.
Trail Wood,
8/24
There are days when the sensation is palpable, coursing through us with an intensity that cannot be denied. We often speak of returning to the wild, of rediscovering the untamed realms that once cradled our ancestors. Yet, perhaps it is not us who return to the wild, but the wild that returns to us.
Wildness, as I perceive it, is not a geographical destination; it transcends the confines of place. Rather, it is a state of energy, an essence that pulses within the very fabric of existence. Nature, in all its splendor, is acutely attuned to its wild nature. It dances to the rhythm of its untamed soul. But there are moments when we, as humans, lose touch with our own wild essence, overshadowed by the cacophony of modernity.
Our wildness, I believe, is intricately woven into the tapestry of reality. It is interwoven with every perception, every thought, every heartbeat. Yet, in a curious twist, it often shrouds itself in the folds of our imagination, veiling its presence as if it were a secret awaiting our discovery.
It is a stealthy hunter, stalking us through the corridors of our thoughts, the caverns of our dreams. It is the impulse that draws us toward the untouched corners of the world, the yearning to stand on the precipice of the unknown and feel the wind of the uncharted brush against our skin.
We are, in essence, wild beings, even when our lives seem tamed by routine and structure. Our wildness is not an aspect to be sought outside of ourselves; it is an inherent part of who we are. It whispers to us in the rustling of leaves, the call of a distant bird, the surge of adrenaline when we step into the unknown.
In the rush of modern life, we may forget the untamed spirit that dwells within us. We may lose sight of the fact that we are not separate from the wild; we are an extension of it. And as we reconnect with our wild nature, we find ourselves walking a path of reawakening—an odyssey that leads us back to the untamed core of existence.
So, let us remember that we are vessels of wild energy. Let us heed the call of the wild that resonates deep within, inviting us to shed the constraints we have placed upon ourselves. Let us embrace the wildness that courses through our veins and ignites our imagination. For it is in this wild state of being that we find ourselves most authentic, most alive.
As I stand amidst the trees and listen to the symphony of life around me, I recognize that the wild is not separate from me; it is an integral part of my essence. The return of the wild is not a journey external to my being; it is a homecoming—an acknowledgment of the feral, the untamed, the vital force that flows through all things.
With the wild in our hearts, we navigate the world as awakened souls, attuned to the ancient rhythms and harmonies that bind us to the universe. We stride with purpose, not just into the wilderness that surrounds us, but into the wilderness that resides within.
Yours in the Dance of the Wild,