Echoes of the Untamed Heart
Sometimes it can feel like I am the odd one out, sharing tales of dew-kissed trails and starlit tents and hammocks hanging near the creek for nature's white noise to assist in sleeping. I can be sharing these stories with co-workers in the office, church friends at bible study, friends over coffee, or that neighbor who's always out walking the dog. They listen intently, smile, laugh at the mishaps where I fall in the creek. But it almost always ends in "Sounds fun, but... nah, not for me. Too many bugs, too far from WiFi, I need a daily shower..." And I get it. Life is a grind, we have created times with deadlines, carpools, endless to-do lists. Who has time for "roughing it"? Or why would one remove the comforts of life and intentionally make things inconvenient? I believe in this quiet philosophy I have been mulling over in my mind. Deep down, we are all wired for wildness. Not the extreme kind, but the simple innate desire for what is untamed. Just think ...