On Wildness, an Invocation

Rediscovering that buried ember in trying times

Photo by Levi Guzman on Unsplash

More than twenty-five years ago, three friends and I drove round and round Monument Circle in our hometown of Indianapolis, convertible top-down and music blasting. It was 1992 so the Pretty Woman soundtrack was our music of choice. Of course, it was Natalie Cole’s Wild Women Do. The refrain was our anthem: “Wild women do and we don’t…