We often tend to gravitate toward the gift of certainty and familiarity.
The call of the wild can feel somewhat alien.
Yet here is the place – inside and out – where we encounter things far deeper.
Experiences that liberate our soul.
Here is the gift of a poem from my friend Tracy Ingham, which she wrote following a long overdue visit to our little valley.
WILD
Overgrown
+ Tracy Ingham, 24th August 2022
not overwhelmed
This is the rewilding
of my soul
finding home
Returning
to its roots
Grounded
in the beauty
of hidden things
waiting
Walking
the secret path
Forging through
the thorns
Marked
by the ever-changing
seasons
of potential
This is the untamed
celebration
of hope.
You can read her introduction to this piece and see the rest of her work at Finally shall come the poet…