Spending time in wild places is the closest thing I’ve ever felt to experiencing transcendence and divinity. Mountains are the only royalty I’ve ever recognized. When I get really quiet and listen deeply in a wild place, I can feel my ancestors, the ancient ones that gathered and foraged and understood the complexity and intelligence of the land, coming to life again in me.
Watching the destruction and disappearance and “selling off” of these natural places is painful, especially as it is not recognized that they hold the key to the survival of our species. The call of the wild and the responsibility to defend what is sacred and cannot speak for itself seems to grow stronger in me each day.