The most decisive battles are fought in the wilderness. Choosing 'the better part' is to go there. To live slowly from there is the way of conquering cities brimmed with unfathomable despair, self-indulgence, and introspection which leads to an anxious fight for better, bigger, and faster. The outward output will not catch up with the inward loneliness until the solitude of the desert will not strip the heart from the illusory hunger for greatness without love. The magnitude of Love gained in the secret place can move us to the magnanimity of heart but without experiencing the locust and honey we will not turn into forerunners but into runners for our gain.

Locust will sustain me, honey is a sweet touch. Protein and carbs. Necessary food and pleasure of the encounters. Locust is teaching us we need less, and honey is telling us we deserve more.

Wild dreams become reality without any spectators. They would try to say you are too much, too hard, too sharp, too dreamy. Big dreams require a big God and a small me. Decrease not to increase but to pave the way for the One who increases His Presence through obedience, humility and joy.

Only wild earth can listen to such tales of freedom.