Real Nomad Life With A Sprinkling Of Cosmic S**t

I Am A Feral Nomad

I am becoming feral.

After four years of nomad life, existing close to nature, 

the cycles of the earth, the moon, the planets, the stars, 

capture my attention more than the news cycles.

Like a feral animal,

my senses are acute

and I can smell bullshit a mile away.

My needs are small

yet my world is large.

I am a citizen of the planet wherever I roam.

Living outdoors – out of doors – outside of walls –

I am, when I enter the pure present moment, one with the Universe.

By LIVING – on the OUT SIDE – not the – IN SIDE,

and surrendering to my true nature,

I have healed parts of myself without trying

and without the intervention and opinions of the high and holy institution of medicine.

I am feral to the society in which I was born.

Letting go of who and what society thinks I should be,

I am not successful by its standards.

I am not prosperous.

I own nothing except my SELF.

Yet this feral life

offers richness in experience

abundance in lessons

and feelings of being acutely, sometimes painfully, alive.

I have returned to my feral self,

the child I remember running freely in the fields

tasting wild strawberries warmed by the sun.

Like the lone wandering wolf

my body is a soft, strong, wild and feral creature.

I know where to find my pack, but solitude is my home. 

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My feral body loves the open skies

the wild expanse of nature

the breeze on my skin

the sun on my face

the ground beneath my feet

the physical movement needed to thrive in this feral life.

It’s only from my wild feral self that I can truly commune with this wild world.

I watch the milky way rotate in the night sky above me  

I meditate among the trees, and become one with their sun dappled ways.

When the OUT SIDE challenges me, there is no question 

that I AM ALIVE!

When I’m cold, warmth is delicious

When I’m hot, shade is an inviting pool.

There are times when whipping winds or frigid air on my bare skin are no longer discomforts, 

but exhilarating sensations.

Still, not all the time.

My body is returning to its feral nature,

but my mind sometimes lags.

My mind still resists.

My body never forgets its yearning to be free

My mind never forgets the walls that offered comfort, and the illusion of safety.

I know, when my mind surrenders, and learns to trust the feral footsteps of my wild body, I shall be fully free.

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3 Comments

  1. Nancy

    Another beautiful blog … I can feel what you’re saying …

  2. Betsie

    Hi, I just found your website and met you virtually through the interview on The Galavan. Over 4 years I have now been living and travelling in a small motorhome in Australia. It was great to feel the resonance when reading your blog and book, so warm greetings from me.

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