It's a wild world

Let's keep it that way.

'In wildness is the preservation
of the world.'
- Henry David Thoreau

Our hearts belong to the untamed, finding solace in the wilds, close reminders of our fellowship with life, the harkening call for stewardship un-slumbers from a long sleep.
Now must (always) be The Time, in keeping with the promise that we are here (not 'elsewhere' wandering) for some reason. Whatever that may (or could) be, in keeping with The Mystery. Beckoning a quest for the hidden (out of self-preservation, in need of sacred protection) realms, in danger of disappearing forever. Or a very, very long time. Too long to remember, but not able to completely forget. Certain to be forbidden if neglected for too long.