In every work of art something appears that does not previously exist, and so, by default, you work from what you know to what you don’t know.
There is a difference between what is wild and what is feral. The feral is out of place, damaged and potentially dangerous. Lonely and lost and longing for something it can no longer name. The soul that cannot return from ravages and trauma.
Smother it with nurture and kindness and you will be met with rage, bitterness and violence.
It’s a long trek through ice and snow, darkness and solitude that brings the first glimmers of understanding. Meeting the truely wild, gaining the patience and courage to draw near, teaches discernment. The deep respect needed to ask for a gift – all this and more are found on the path of a healer.