“The spiritual life cannot be made suburban. It is always frontier, and we who live in it must accept and even rejoice that it remains untamed.” ~ Howard Macey
On the highway up to my mountain home, there’s one of those electronic traffic alert signs you often see in construction areas or along the arteries through larger cities. The sign alerts drivers to any dangers that may be present ahead, like when there’s an accident on the road, or it’s been snowing and the roads are icy, or on the rare occasion when rocks have fallen on the roadway from the mountains above.
But on most days when there’s no specific danger to report, the sign simply reads: “Watch for Wildlife.” Now of course I know they mean by this that we ought to watch for wild animals and to take care not to harm or disturb them as we go our way, which is a very good practice for us all to give more thought to, I think, as it seems so many now view the presence of other forms of life in the world as completely incidental to their lives.
But lately the phrase has struck me on a different level, as if it is admonishing me to be on watch for the wild, untamed life that lives in the free forests and the high countries of my own soul.
BE ON WATCH FOR YOUR WILD LIFE
Do you know what I mean? That wild place in you. That free spirit. That raucous beautiful song. It would burst out of your chest in a roar and a dance like nothing the world has ever seen if you let it.