I’ve come to the realization that one of the best ways to rewild your summer vacation is simply not to go anywhere, or at least not to go very far.

Is there a little river, with cold running water nearby? A grove of trees that offer shade and the sound of wind?

I’ve found a practice that warps time and connects future and past in the eternal now. It is a method of birthing fire you may have read about in a cub scout manual, or seen in a movie once upon a time.