I am searching for wildness, proving it lives among us despite us. Why? Why do I walk slowly in the woods, why do I stop at the rhythmic beating of a woodpecker, why do I pause to take in the shape of a leaf, or a paw print, or the curve and drop of a stream? Terry Tempest Williams wrote: the degree of our awareness is the degree of our aliveness. I want to be alive. If I am to live, if my cells are to awaken and if my breath is to expand into my lungs it will be because wildness pulled me out of sleep, splashed me with cold water, and poured wind through my hair, into my mouth, deep into my body. If I am to live it will be because this world also lives tangled and pure, wildness running through the veins.