From The Journey Itself Is Home:
Something of birdsong, in me
Something of the stars
Something of wild rivers in my veins
Something of cohesion, something of chaos,
Something of wisdom
In my soul and in the universal flows
From which I came.
It searches for me
I search for it.
The beauty of wild things, wild places
Is in me.
I search for it.
- Roderick MacIver
What will you include in your search for something?
Describe a place that arouses the senses.
Name a river of your experience.
What does chaos sound like?
Write about an animal of inspiration.
Add what brings you close to someone.
Include a description of wild and beauty without using the words.
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