No Map, No App

The Wild Work of Returning to Body and Land

I’ve never minded peeing behind a tree.

Maybe it’s because I did it so often as a child, on the road, in the woods, wherever we happened to be. But even now, as an adult, squatting behind a scrub oak doesn’t feel like a hardship. No plumbing, no pretense. Just a patch of earth and my body, remembering.

My bare feet press into the cold dirt, and I look up …