It is told in places of old
It is told in places of old around the Speaking Fire that one can tell those touched by the wild— by the light dancing in their eyes running as easily…
It is told in places of old around the Speaking Fire that one can tell those touched by the wild— by the light dancing in their eyes running as easily…
Tell me, do your feet touch the ground? No, I mean really! Are your legs long enough that the bare soles of your feet make love with Earth as you…
I… I am a man, or so they tell me. But what, pray tell, is a man? Or a woman for that matter, in truth, I mean. If either be…
“Do you carry a gun…or something to protect yourself?,” I am often asked when “less nature experienced” folks discover my love for spending time alone in the wild. Never, until…
Oh so you are feeling alone in the world?Might you insteadlike to see your face in the forestand know it as your own?And then, like an intimate lover,acclaim the beauty…
Who are you? And what is it to be a human being anyway? What would it be like to actually have a map to “optimal human development” that you could…
What if the map to the human psyche that we each have inherited from culture, the map to what it is to be a human being, is fundamentally flawed? Might…