Wilderness is a way of wisdom. Wilderness requires that we wrestle. Wilderness allows us to rest. Wilderness prompts us to return with our spirits in tact ready to cultivate and sustain cultures of compassion.
I don't know about you, but coming back to the city is not an easy transition. I miss the plateau. I miss the red and gold. I feel like the Paria Canyon was either walking through a dream I never wanted to wake from, or like waking up for the first time and realizing everything before had been an illusion. Ugh. When do we go back? Real life is so fake... What a trip. One that has changed me. Thanks for the wake up call… or the deep sleep… I'm not sure which yet.
I have an old photo taped on the wall just above my desk. In it I’m leaning against my dad who is leaning against a hitching rail in a forest near a birch tree. We’re held in the photo by a small pocket of light. It was the late ‘80s so, of course, we have matching mullets. There is a distinct smile on my face as I anticipate exploring the shadowy places, the unknown that extends from each corner of the photo.
Remember when everything was a mystery? When everything was miraculous. Everything spiritual. Everything charmed with possibility because everything to some extent was unfamiliar and unexplored. Remember when everything was wild?