Wilder

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“Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we come from the woods originally. But in some of nature’s forests, the adventurous traveler seems a feeble, unwelcome creature; wild beasts and the weather trying to kill him, the rank, tangled vegetation, armed with spears and stinging nettles, barring his way and making life a hard struggle.”

         – John Muir (Scottish-American naturalist and writer)

Nowadays , when we are encouraged to find our “wild side”, we don’t really mean anything that would instill fear in us, or cause us pain.

It’s more like an extravagant extra, something different that takes us out of our humdrum existence.

A bungy  jump; a raging party; acquiring some “edgy” art or clothes ; or a trip to somewhere off the usual “tourist trail”. Preferably something that can be posted on social media after the event…

But definitely not something we have to endure, or survive.

My own experience with hellish life events outside my control that took me to dark and wild places (nowhere I would choose), was exactly those two things. You too may have gone unwillingly into your own wild woods…

The words of Muir resonate with me as I think about those times: I knew with absolute certainty that everything could hurt me, anything could have my number.

The feeling of being utterly lost, blocked at every turn, and with each moment fraught with pain and danger, will stay with me always. It has changed my outlook on life, changed me.

The true wild transforms you.

If you survive it that is…

 

 

The Real You II

Following on from my previous post The Real You, and the quote from Don Miguel Ruiz contained in it, this photo taken yesterday shows the  beauty of the west coast of New Zealand.

The quote likened the wind and ocean as signifiers of our true essence.

Fresh (like the wind you can’t see here ,but believe me, it was, erm, invigorating, to say the least!).

Wild.

Unspoiled.

Not yet tamed.

That is the real you.

Take a trip out to your proverbial coastline and  find, or re-find, it!

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Muriwai, Auckland, NZ      July 2019

Mere Anarchy Loosed

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The next line of the W.B. Yeats poem featured in the previous post  The Widening Gyre goes like this:

“Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”.

This tropical themed garden features tigerish striped bromeliads, some with sharp points and serrations and is altogether an explosion of chaotic shapes and colours in every direction; botanic flares and shrapnel, an anarchic sprawl.

No neat flowerbeds planted in rows –  here there is the sense of the wild and  uncontrolled world that Yeats was on about .