Freedom in Wildness

a small, soul-restoring sojourn

We took a trip out to a beautiful wilderness we know. It is harsh, but beautiful. I was struck by the contrasts of our day. Here is a little film and poem of our day 🤍

my lips against the velvet of 
my baby’s cheek, 
the stickers in my socks 

the landscape beckons,
but up close it is sharp, 
and overgrown 

coyote melon, cholla
cat’s claw, mesquite, 
and a golden wave in the wind 

red coachwhip in the sun, 
the droning of bees and 
sweet fennel on the breeze 

dead weasel curled, head
life-like atop bones picked
clean and bleached white 

the stillness here replenishes the spirit, 
hollows the body
and for the first time 
in a while
I am free

Thank you Corey for always keeping us safe and bringing us to such beautiful places.