Re-Wilding.
Jungle definition:
When I first came here
I owned bras with underwire.
And then suddenly I didn’t anymore.
I can’t remember the last time
I wore shoes that covered my toes
Or showered with warm water.
When I first came here
I looked at the trees.
I saw beauty—but really, I saw nothing.
Then I saw fruit.
Then I saw medicine.
For all the bugs that bite me,
And the very, very, very bumpy roads that I ride my bike down,
There are blue butterflies and clear seas.
It’s a paradox.
It’s timing and relationship.
It’s orders and patterns that re-present themselves
That let us see the potency of change.
Its all of this.
It’s everything.
And,
It’s just me.
Sometimes all I can see are the spiders in my kitchen.
But sometimes I can see
The nearly transparent thread they weave
Connecting it all.
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Author: Meghan Tolhurst
Image: Audrey Reid/Instagram
Editor: Callie Rushton
Copy Editor: Catherine Monkman
Social Editor: Lindsey Block
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