Wild

Today a large bald eagle flew close in front of me. I cried because it was so beautiful, so real, so purely truthful & honest in its feathers, its wings, its beak.

I whispered that I missed being wild too.

And so I’m now asking myself & you - what does wild mean to you? And how do you feel about your sense of wildness? Does it differ from how our culture uses wild as a word & description? If wildness has a meaning & preciousness to you, as it does to me, how can you live differently so you feel more wild?