Where have the Wildlings wandered to?
When the Earth is heated and moist, and dew clings to fresh green leaves, the Wilds beckon us home,
To wander without being lost in the wild wood and thickets, near the river bank, under a full moon at Ocean’s tides, upon the windy cliffs and hills drawing ever nearer up the Mountain.
We are not at home; Summer is here, and the weather is warm and sultry, demanding dancing and crafting and riding.
Earthly scents mingle together, sweet hyacinth and water lilies, boggy cypress and wet soil, filling the hot and humid air with the promise of light and love and life.
Midsummer is near and the Wildlings are not at home…
They wander, these wild ones, seeking the Enlightenment, Transcendence, the Spirit of plant and animal, and Ancestors’ ancient wisdom.
Trees and herbs rejoice at their coming and the Sky parts in promise, giving life and lust back to us mortals, and demanding the cycle be born anew.