Bob (my dog) and I play a game together when we go for walks every day. We take new roads, literally following his little nose, and look for wild things.
There’s not enough wildness in the city, but we find these wild patches of succulents, wild birds that somehow made it into the city (like a giant crow, a hge owl) and wild flowers sort of bursting from the cement pavement. It’s not elaborately wild, but it’s something fun to find.
I just finished reading a book I didn’t know would change my perspective as much as it has. “Finding Your Way in a Wild New World” by Martha Beck. I’d somewhat accidentally purchased it a way long time ago it seems, as I admire her writing but I was looking for books on history at the time. Somehow I clicked in my Amazon searches, it arrived, it lingered because I didn’t really know what it was about… and I finally pulled it off the shelf.
Who knew she spent so much time in the wilds of Africa?! Who knew she was so clued into the paths of ancient magic?! Who knew I would read this whole book in three days, stopping only once because I wanted to prove that I could indeed bend metal with my mind (I have a fork beside me, I am still working on that one) as she had done.
I’m not going to ruin your experience of this book that I hope you buy, but I am going to share today one of the themes of my own life that’s been a huge shift, something echoed profoundly in this book, something that pulled me in so deeply.
Oneness. Continue Reading…