“She comes to us through sound as well; through music which vibrates the sternum, excites the heart; it comes through the drum, the whistle, the call and the cry. It comes through the written and the spoken word; sometimes a word, a sentence a poem or a story, is so resonant, so right, it causes us to remember, at least for an instant, what substance we are really made from, and where is our true home.”
-Women Who Run With The Wolves
Can’t put this book down. Feeling a strong pull to get out in the wild again, to go camping, to fall asleep with dirt under my fingernails, to hike all day and shower in the ocean. To live simply.