“It is [the cat]—and every creature like him—
Who can teach us how to praise—
purring In their own language,
Wreathing themselves in the living fire.”
-- Edward Hirsch, from “Wild Gratitude”
Hello Lovelies—
Buckets of gratitude for reading A Woman’s Place Is In the Wild.
Welcome to my bi-monthly Living Wild Prompt, that where I meditate on craft and living wild and offer exercises in writing and creativity, now published on Wednesdays. If you are a paid subscriber, you can check out this and other Living Wild Prompts in the archive by looking for posts with fox pictures.
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Oh September!
With your cool nights and gold lit days. I wreath myself in your living fire, gathering you as a precious bouquet I will carry into the long winter ahead. Here you offer the surprise of aspen igniting over night and foxes sauntering into the garden wearing suddenly sleek and thick red coats. Here, the Steller’s Jay who woke me this morning raving for food in chilly 39 degree air and here the unexpected scarlet columbine that has bloomed for the third time, a flush of summer beauty in the face of fall.
Like that cat in Edward Hirsch’s “Wild Gratitude” I promise to rub up against each moment of each day you offer, praising you with wild gratitude for the twin beauty of waxing and waning, of harvest and decline.
There is something to be said for wild gratitude, for …
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