The feeling is STONG in me, today. To escape the tyrony of the cracking whips. Sunlight calls me. The wind sings for me to walk the quiet path. To listen & learn it's secrets. Today I have a breath stealing desire to feel grass in my hands. To smell water flowing. I want my shelter made of wood. My darkness lit with wax. My meals cooked over glowing embers. I want to be free of the modern shackles that trap my spirit in asphalt & carbon fumes. I want to hear the roar of Earthsong. Not the screams of civilization.
