The Wild Place

The moon over the valley.

“Everything is as beautiful as the moon lighting the valley, but in a different way,” is what the parents told their children as they huddled near the campfire in a mountain valley in the Alps.

The full moon brought awe, wonder, and hope to the children, as they explored valleys their ancestors passed through centuries before, alone and fearful until the moon appeared.

Years of peace began as many new villages disperse across Europe. Separate but connected by me, Q. Sharing, collaborating, only now, all in Europe, only in Europe.

Then the parents told them of another place, far away, not nestled in a valley in the Alps, but snugged up against beautiful mountains, near an old village that they could rebuild and make their own — in America. The children dreamed their own dreams of that other place.

They’d call it by a new name, The Wild Place—In America.