Like Cassandra howling at the gates of Troy, bear witness to what you know to be true. Tell the truths that have been bent by skilled advertising. Tell the truths that have been concealed by adroit regulations. Tell the truths that have been denied by fear or complacency. Go to the tar fields, go to the broken pipelines. Tell that story. Be the noisy gong and clanging cymbals, and be the love.
-Kathleen Dean Moore
A Wild Dare
To find your roots, your connection to creation.
A Wild Dare
To nestle into ways of being that allow you to live well while letting the rivers and lakes and clouds of dreams invite you to take that step into the unknown.
A Wild Dare
To go deep with your gratitude when the sun pierces your view as the fog lifts and the call of a crane reminds you to look up from the old worn path that everyone else decided to take.
A Wild Dare
To see grace wherever your eyes land. To notice every opportunity to practice compassion toward all wild things.
A Wild Dare
To let go of expectation and ride the torrents of change to a place of peace and healing.
A Wild Dare
To rest on the stump of an old evergreen and feel the passing of the times. To mourn what is lost and to celebrate the beauty that can still be found in the lichen that grow at the graves of the clear cut forests and the tears that run down the ruined mountaintops. To remember that all is not lost.
A Wild Dare
To be whom you are called to be — mind, body and spirit — in full wildness and wholly grounded in the reality that illustrates your truth.
A Wild Dare
To be the love.
A Wild Dare
To send your howls to the wind and bear witness.
Claim the wild dare of living as one with the earth — with all things that are wild and free.
Tell the story that needs to be told.
Who’s with me?
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