18 months ago, two newly weds sat atop a Cornwall clifftop. To their right, the open doors of their marital home (a ’91 Mercedes 609), and to their left, a blue-sea-gold-gilded horizon line… Her head on his chest. Sun-capped knee mountains jut above the open pages of her book, Jay Griffith’s “Wild”. She reads aloud: “City walls were built as a physical boundary for the inhabitants, to protect them from the vile hordes outside, but they were also a kind of moral boundary, dividing the city dwellers from the devilish chaos of nature beyond, which was, quite literally, uncivilized.”

He puts down his book – Derreck Jensen’s “End Game” – and looks at her. It’s one of those moments. A fertile, juicy, electric moment. “So, I guess that makes us Uncivilized”, she says…

And so, the journey started, on our inquiry into the world that exists beyond this “civilized” boundary, and the possibilities that exist in this wild and fertile space; the “wild edges”, where intuition and instinct reign.

Since then, the seed has germinated, and it emerges now…

Source: Uncivilized