Some people think of the wild as dangerous because of its unpredictability.
It also lacks industrialized amenities. I like to think of the wild as untamed.
It pushes us to be creative and resourceful. Darkness cannot be confronted with
a flick of a switch – you must gather the wood and spark the light. And,
there’s no porcelain commode that conveniently discards waste with the push of
a lever – you’ve got to dig a hole and squat.
In astrology, I am a Leo and often a lion is used to depict
the nature of this zodiac sign. A lion in the zoo moves quite differently than
one in its natural habitat. They are both fierce and powerful, but one is
tamed. The tamed lioness is taught how to restrain herself to appear less
threatening. If she does what is commanded by the trainer, she is rewarded.
Food, water, shelter, exercise and even interaction are controlled by
zookeepers. I too once lived a tamed life. It was tamed by my middle-class
upbringing where I had sufficient material accommodations. In it, I was taught
how to moderate my blackness and my femaleness so that others would be
A lioness in her natural habitat has no comprehension of
minimizing her voice in the presence of others. She isn’t restricted in her
movement. She fully embraces herself and her roar is a praise to both the
creator and herself. God has taken this lioness and set her loose to be
sustained by nature, not a trainer. In this environment, her instincts are
sharp and she unapologetically embodies her power.
Adjusting to the wild after being tamed has not been an
easy feat. I’m no less grateful. God imbedded within me the desire to express
myself differently, as a pastor, and is birthing through me a call that I never
could have imagined. There’s so much to explore and, with each moment, I
am embracing it more and more. The wild is no longer a dangerous place for me –
it is my home.