oh why did you called me back to this again…..I had the same conviction a year ago..a desire to go…to be in the wild…to be in the broken…to be in the place where no one wishes to go…
It tastes so good I never want to go back…
Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. Anger that things are the way they are. Courage to make them the way they ought to be.
– Augustine
Out in the wild…
Where the road is not straight…
Where it is a bit messy…
Where the path can be fightening…
At times I am lost…
I do not know where it goes…
Nor do I worry…
I do not know where it goes…
Nor do I worry…
It feels like home..
It feels like where I belong…
To be in the wild.