“Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Wild thang: Eliza Sloane / Photographer: Tobi Salver
“There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.” ~ Barbara Lazear Ascher
Debbie Lowery Harrell, Rocky Mountain High, 13,000′ on the Continental Divide in Colorado. Photo credit: MAD Hippies.
“I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.” ~ Gillian Flynn
Wild thang: Becky Goebel / Photographer: Ali Marie Parker
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…” ~ Susan Polis Schutz
Wild thang: Brooke Jelliebean Boyd
“Taken right after we decided to go our separate ways. An expression of willingness to move into the unknown. The North Atlantic water in March is about 2 degrees.” ~ Steve McCall
Wild thang: Unknown
“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.” ~ Roman Payne
Wild thang dancing in crimson clover: Eliza Murray Davis
“In short, all good things are wild and free.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
Wild one: Emelia von Saltza / Photographer: Erin Wheat
“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.” ~ John Muir
Wild thangs: Jonell Mae and her Belgian draft horse, Honey.
Wild thang: Reakash Attea Walters / Photographer: Jay Marie
“She is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox. The birds which tell us secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, ‘This way, this way.’ ” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Wild thang: Emilee Guevara
“My wild child, who lives in her underwear and princess skirts. Who is fearless. Who loves rabbits, round bails of hay, and thunderstorms.” ~ Amanda Bird
Wild thang: Kaylin
“Hot summer day, free as can be.” ~ Sarah Wingert
Wild thang: Sarah Wingert. Pennypack Park, Philadelpia, PA, circa 2007.
“I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.” ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer