May the sun behind veils and grief behind masks be invitations to new intimacies and wild remembrances. May we smuggle in contraband questions under cover of haze.
Could we weave our grief, unknowingness, sacred rage, and delicate unthwartable longings into previously undared and shared possibilities?
Wild Nature Heart must integrate the somatic, the spiritual, the sensual; it must honor the artsy, the activist, and animist; it must cultivate the spaciousness to hold the grief, joy, and anger, the shadow and the light. And hold space for others to do the same.