the wilderness inside


The storm passed yesterday afternoon. The light came back (it was always there). It got a little warmer.

Despite living in the suburbs, I feel the shifts, I feel the turns of the earth. I'm removed from the woods, from the wild, but I am still wild.

Yesterday, my friend Gayle Brandeis posted this story she had written: The Coyote in the Elevator. 

And the coyote inside me leaped and howled in empathy.