In Our Wildness

Why must the human heart be squeezed in order for the noblest expressions to come forth?  Why must what we need of love and affection sometimes seem to take so much work, or so much sacrifice... and have the potential for so much pain?  I cannot hope to know.  So I go out into the wilderness and place myself over miles and miles. 

If I can be removed from the tatters of modernity, then even better.  In our wildness there is sanity.  For in wildness; our own wild design; is where we find any degree of preservation, of hope, of inspiration and any degree of love for others.  

It is in the depths of wildness that one meets kindness and has it out with Him.  It is against wind and rain, against tempest and storm, against heat and dire need, in WILDERNESS, that we face our selfishness.  We run and float through the spectrum of our personhood...

Spiritually ~ how pure desire shines... how great hope lives!  Individually ~ how little we really need to live well!   Instinctively ~ how simple our wildness!  Collectively ~ how vast the need we meet in others!   Socially ~ what crazy demands we find jumping into our path!  Politically ~ how failed our understanding of human interaction!   Only sun, wind, rain, air and earth can mend!      
So, wilderness teaches me that I am squeezed because I am supposed to be contrite.  I am suppose to be humble.  Love and affection take so much effort because they ARE noble.  Love and affection generate the depth of energy within us BECAUSE they are the fiber of living! 

So, run into the wilderness I must.  I can find no sense anywhere else.  It calls to me as the Sirens.