to me wild means trusting my instincts; lying on a sunny boulder feeling like a lizard, no human sounds but my own breath and heart beat. wild is knowing how to birth a baby with no instructions from a doctor. wild is preferring to sip my tea overlooking a trickling creek than in a bustling cafe. wild is knowing with my entire being that I am part of this earth, just as other creatures are. exactly.
wild is feeling the pulse of the earth as our own. running. walking through a forest, along a beach, up a mountain and feeling "at home". wild is building a fire to stay warm; heck, it's just knowing that it is fire that keeps us warm. taking food from the earth with our own hands is wild. it's instinct; it's intuition.
wild is being connected to life's processes. it's feeling something in our gut; that's what animals do. but beyond that, wild is trusting it.
understanding how nature works helps us understand our own wildness but it's not necessary. we don't need to understand why ants do what they do to appreciate how we are the same (if you don't think we are similar, look at what they are doing.)
babies know they are wild when they cry for a breast (until we teach them it's not time; they have to be nourished on a schedule.) toddlers still know they are wild until we teach them it's not okay to sit in the dirt. we culture and domesticize the wild right out of us pretty quickly. On The Surface.
but if we sit alone by the creek long enough, or watch the birds collecting seeds before a storm, or sleep under stars long enough, we will remember. growing food. hunting food. chopping wood. birthing babies. making fire with a stick. defending our young. swimming in wild water. lying in a sunny patch in the forest with a lover. these things can help us remember.
-being on the computer? probably not.
-rushing in to starbucks for a pumpkin latte? not so much.
-checking stats on facebook/blog/website? nope
but hey, I'm not making fun - I do these things too. They're just not my wildest moments.
we have jobs, we have children and laundry and orthodontist appointments. we have oil changes, toilets to clean, teacher conferences and bills to pay. But, I am a wild creature and I know it. whether it is a trait valued in our culture or not.
So, what does wild mean to you?
I have had a lot of questions and e-mails asking why I have to (chose to) leave the place I love.
Before I answer, please read this: "Growing Wild" to see what it is, exactly, I am leaving.
The connecting post was published in Natural Life and Life Learning Magazines this past year.
If you are interested in unschooling or living a simple, organic life check out these magazines.
After reading "Growing Wild", go here: "Leaving What I Love"
I am a better person for having been here; I am grateful.
I am also planning the next wild adventure; stay tuned.
Today I am giving thanks for yesterday's rain, new life, my sweet friends, and the wildness still in this world.