Wilderness Still

Wilderness still: 

I am reminded each morning as I walk through the suburban landscape of my neighborhood, that once this too was wilderness, it's ancient land, still holy just beneath it's modern surface. It's a beautiful, area and in the softest early light I can imagine it's appearance as it once was - wild and forested, wetlands teeming with life, and perhaps humans accustomed to living on these lands. 

in my mind, these early morning walks...

it's wilderness still.

it's here that imagination is so important, being able to transcend a city-scape and return it to a wilder state, sinking beneath those modern sounds that split the air with their harsh disturbance, each footstep treading a memory of what this land once was - and now invoke its presence back to mind. My neighborhood is still a wilderness, my feet bring this memory back alive to me, every step stirs my imagination to see this patient reality, that the land is only waiting out my brief appearance and will then once again resume it's wild and beautiful ways.  I like to think that my footsteps and imagination serve as a type of prayer, offering themselves to the very depth of this hidden wilderness...

remembering, 

it's still and always

here. 

Peace, Eric 

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