When I was small, people would ask: ‘What do you want to be, when you grow up?’
There were always several answers in may head, so I’d need a moment to answer.
‘Storm!’ or ‘a millionaire’, I’d say sometimes.
Often I thought I’d like to be a tamer of wild beasts. To understand the languages of many and be able to handle their different ways. I’d be able to talk to owls and falcons, lizards and foxes, tigers and buffaloes…
Time passed by – and I became something else.
I do not want to tame beasts any more, I’d rather prefer to be like one.
A tiger, largely solitary, strong, unimpressed by ants or humans and their small struggle.
Minding his own business. Equally at ease on the ground, as in water.
Sharing food and territory amicably, whenever the case.
‘You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.’ Mary Oliver, Wild Geese