Call of My Wild

by Dian Reid-Jancic· Follow Dian on

The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth … the only home we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need — if only we had the eyes to see.

~ Edward Abbey

The wilderness within me is calling out to be seen. She doesn’t need to shine, she needs to survive. My wilderness is rugged, and I need to allow her to be so.

I feel like I’ve been trying to make too much of this post. Maybe the accidental “back-page” keystroke I hit a few minutes ago is the Universe trying to tell me something. I wanted to dig deep for this post, but I think I spent too much time looking for all my shiny tools that I forgot that I could just use my hands, dig in and enjoy whatever dirt is left under my fingernails.

And what’s left beneath my fingernails is just me. Maybe I need to grow like a wildflower and not try to be so tame. Maybe I need to overflow like a river after a thunderstorm and not try to stay on any one path.

There is more here to speak—so much more—but I cannot force it. It will all come in due time. I simply cannot, will not—refuse to!—manage every last bit of growth in my soul. It’s just not possible, and I must trust that she is capable of growing at her own pace.

I’m calling on the wilderness that lives inside of me to come out and play. I’m asking her to sit with me for a while and show me how things work in her world. I’m begging her to be one with me. She tells me she will, she is, and we already are.

June is Self-Evidence + Authenticity month here at Authentic Realities. This post is a part of my June blog challenge, which I invite you stick around for, read a bit, and even get yourself in the mix if it suits your fancy.

Dirty Hands photo used under Creative Commons License via Flickr.

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