I mean the wilds. Okay this is not "kill your own meat and roast it over a smokey fire" wild kind of wild.
The wild I mean is where you stand still long enough to let Mother Nature embrace you in her softest rhythms of spring happening.
Stand still long enough and the wind tells tales of times past .. of gentler times when the marshes were so full of life that we were an integral part of it.
If you really stand still long and listen hard enough -- the magick happens. It touches your soul. And you understand that there isn't really a now ... there is time flowing by and around us and the wind whispering us her secrets. We know the secrets, we just need to remember them.
I love the marshes.