Getting Outside Saturday: A Feeling of Wildness

categories: Cocktail Hour


I’m taking off for a week of talking and teaching at Western Illinois University tomorrow, hosted there by the generous and talented Erika Wurth.   One of the things I’m going to read from during my talk is my “This I Believe” essay of a few years ago, and when I went to print it out I realized I had never posted it on Bill and Dave’s.   Here’s where you can hear it read out loud on the “This I Believe” site. And here are the contents:

I believe in wildness, both in the natural world and within each of us.

As a nature writer, I have traveled all over the world to experience the wild, but some of my own wildest moments have been closer to home, on the same domestic Cape Cod beach I’ve returned to all my life. In summer this beach is covered with kids, umbrellas and beach balls, but in the winter the cold clears it of people and its character changes. From the rocks at the end of this beach, I once watched hundreds of snow-white gannets dive from high in the air and plunge into the cold winter ocean like living javelins. Then, as the birds dove down, I suddenly saw something dive up: a humpback whale breaching through the same fish the gannets were diving for.

“In wildness is the preservation of the world,” wrote Thoreau, but people often get the quote wrong and use “wilderness” instead. While wilderness might be untrammeled land along the Alaskan coast, wildness can happen anywhere — in the jungle or your backyard. And it’s not just a place; it’s a feeling. It rises up when you least expect it.

In fact, it was while observing my own species, my own family, that I experienced the two wildest moments of my life. The first happened holding my father’s hand while he died. I listened to his final breaths, gasping and fish-like, and I gripped his hand tight enough to feel the last pulsings of his heart. Something rose up in me that day, something deep, animal, unexpected, something that I didn’t experience again until nine years later, when my daughter Hadley was born.

Before Hadley’s birth everyone warned me that my life was about to change, the implication being that it would become tamer. But there was nothing tame about that indelible moment, during the C-section, when the doctor reached into my wife, and a bloody head appeared, straight up, followed by Hadley’s full emergence and a wild squall of life as her little arms rose over her head in victory. And it was somewhere around then that I felt the great rush come surging up. Sure it was physiological — goose bumps and tingling — but it was also more than that: a wild gushing, both a loss and then a return to self.

I believe that these moments of death and life give us a reconnection to our primal selves, a reminder that there is something wilder lurking below the everyday, and that, having tasted this wildness, we return to our ordinary lives both changed and charged. So, while I’ll continue to seek out wild places, I know I don’t need to travel to the Amazon or Everest to experience the ineffable. It is here on Cape Cod, on the domestic beach where I first walked holding my mother’s hand, and where I later spread my father’s ashes, that I learned that my wildest moments are often closest to home. And it is where I now bring my daughter Hadley for our daily walk, secretly hoping that the wild will rise up in her when she least expects it.




  1. Dave writes:

    Thanks for all the kind words here!

  2. Susanna writes:

    Beautifully expressed. I’ve never been able to put that sensation into words.

  3. Debora writes:

    I will have to get the audio for my mother and father. They like to listen to the books/collections I get them while they drive across the country in search of an Air Force Base to buy groceries. It makes little sense, except that we like moving around. Wildness.

    And I was feelin’ it, Dave! Nice essay.

  4. Chelle Gluch writes:

    Beautiful sentiment. Wildness is essential to every life, like the thrum of a heart beat sometimes we forget to listen but it is always there.

  5. Bill writes:

    What a pleasure to listen and read along. It’s a great piece, Dave–Iove seeing it here on Bill and Dave’s.

  6. Deb Gould writes:

    Wonderful, Dave. Absolutely wonderful!