in your fight or your flight, in your freeze your appease? Seek it along oxbow edges, in the presence of free animals big and small, in the feel of rough young birch bark, surging energy of alder saplings, shimmer of spring maple leaves unfurling, tang of salmonberry flowers. Seek it in transformation, from a bed of synthetic plush between slaughtered tree pieces to a bed of forest duff and downed branches on clay, the rich aroma and activity in soil, or in your striding hips, stalking feet, gently grasping fingers plucking berries, eyes in a second zooming in to an ant on a seed in a flower and out to the forest entirety. Is it how forest birds no longer call out warning to your entrance? In the moment you find Wild, your thoughts fade into instinct of body on its path.
