Complete Wildness

Yesterday, as I was taking my Utah dog for a long hike in some California snow, we happened upon something very exciting. We saw a coyote sauntering down the trail in front of us.

People often think I'm strange when I say I get excited when I see a wild animal. Don't I get scared? Don't I think I'm going to be eaten? No, I politely say. If humans were targets of wild animals, people would regularly be disappearing. To be honest, I'm more terrified of some crazed serial killer than I am of a mountain lion or a black bear. But I digress.

When I see a wild animal, I feel alive. I feel renewed. Somehow, knowing there are creatures living untouched and ungoverned by man makes me feel free. There are some things that aren't tamed, that aren't fenced in...that are living a life outside of our civilized sphere. To me, that sense of complete wildness brings a sense of joy. It reminds me of my place in God's creations. That the world is an enormous, wonderous place of which I am just a part.

Did you know they call coyotes "God's Dogs"? Well, I'm sure He was happy, watching me walking slowly in the quiet beauty of the canyon, watching His creations doing what they love.

Wildness

Yesterday, as I was admiring my Utah dog enjoying some California snow on a long hike in the canyon, I saw something amazing.

True happiness

doesn't come from external things. I know this. But can I just say a few things make me really happy? Of course, number one being my family. Fact. I love them with an eternal, undying love. Besides loving my family, however, I love live music. More specifically, I love David Gray. Why, you may ask? He is a fairly average looking, short Welshman. But there is magic in his music! I love its poetry, its tone, its atmosphere. There is insight, and passion and a sense of elation and creation.

I'm typically not so obsessed with celebrity or other musicians. However, he matters to me...in a way I can't say why. When he sings, he gives every part of himself to the music. And he wears tailored suits. Go figure. Its amazing he came to Sacramento, when I couldn't even get tickets to see him in San Francisco. I just respect and admire him for his tenacity and particularly for his passionate creative style. Merry Christmas to me!