[wil·der·ness] noun  (1) Robe crayon col roulé : a tract or region uncultivated and uninhabited by human beings (2) Robe tulle popeline : an area essentially undisturbed by human activity together with its naturally developed life community. (3) :a confusing multitude or mass.

 Week7

Sometimes leaving the wilderness requires time for reentry with moments spent in thoughtful awareness. The road home affords a chance to enter into moments of discernment to decide what insights to bring back, or dismissing thoughts delegated to remain amongst the leaves, dedicated to autumn’s compost.  Thoughts discarded as unimportant can sometimes be more insightful than easy revelations manufactured by beauty. Seven weeks in the wilderness, nights alone with nature’s breath, the pulse of the earth echoing our secret respiration can teach, and inspire, bringing new resolve to make known guarded truths kept under lock and key. Time in the wilderness is more than renewal, or a chance for the hum of civilization to take a rest. The wilderness shouts blatant truths. The wilderness with its truth is a gift offering a chance to be fully alive.

What does being fully alive mean to you, and how might this be made known away from the truths found in nature?