Wild Thing… Ohh

How do you love a wild thing?

Ragu is a wild cat, although he “belongs” to my neighbour. Since I’m staying in my house in South Italy he comes every day, the first days he just demanded food with a loud loud voice and wouldn’t let anyone touch him. So my mom, her friend Larisa and I gave him food. We even bought sausages at the supermarket to have something ready to give him whenever he would come. He’d come for breakfast, lunch and dinner having understood that we do feed him. I was not ok with him coming at every hour of the day (actually when we were home, he knew and would come by) so I told him “no Ragu, I’ll feed you this evening… come back then”. He would leave and come later while we were having dinner.

How do you love a wild thing?

That’s what I thought one evening watching him eat, trying to cuddle him but again he wouldn’t let me. He just wasn’t that type of animal. I began seeing his life as a kitten before my eyes and I understood: he doesn’t need me. So how do I love you? How do I love you if I can’t cuddle you nor touch you? … These questions looped in my head, until my heart answered:

You love by letting him be this wild thing you don’t understand, because you don’t need to understand. You love by leaving him the freedom, without trying to possess him… without trying to change him into something you need! It’s your need to cuddle him, not his. You love by trying to understand his needs and be honest with you in questioning yourself if you can accomodate his needs. If not just let be. Just love. Just be.

I let him be. I didn’t impose him my cuddles, and he just comes during the day and sleeps. He doesn’t ask for anything. He knows he is welcome. He knows there is plenty of love energy for him. He can leave whenever, come whenever. He is not owned. I owe him nothing. Ultimate beautiful freedom. Unconditional Love.
I couldn’t but wonder about love between humans. And I wondered how many times have I loved the wrong way? Too much possession from my side, I just wanted that man all to myself. But if he was so wonderful, wouldn’t I want to share him with the world so that everyone and everything can be touched by his uniqueness, loveliness, beauty and positivity?… I also ended up always in a cage, built firstly by myself. Ideally, romantic love and jealousy are so tempting because that’s all you watch in movies, read in books and listen in pop songs. But it’s consuming, and ends up being frustrating this kind of relationship we wrongly call love. Now I know.
Ultimately I am a bit like Ragu. We all are like Ragu.


I am in the area of Torre Guaceto in Puglia, South Italy. A natural reserve, so stated. From the parking to the tower (torre=tower) is a rough 5 km of sandy beaches… it’s a walk I do every morning to keep in shape and to give my mind peace. However, the first three days I didn’t manage to go past the first couple kms because I began picking up one plastic bottle after another, then fishnets and plastic bags floating in the sea and plastic cups and just about anything I would find. I ended up spending an hour cleaning one beach and then I got too tired and hot to walk. On the third day it seemed the sea had vomited even more polluted materials onto the seashore for me to collect, I was so overwhelmed I began sobbing silently. I wasn’t the only person on the beach but I was the only person stopping to collect garbage and I got angry and felt even ridiculous both for cleaning up and crying. I felt alone.
Two men screamed at me that it shouldn’t be me doing the job but people paid to do it. I didn’t reply as I was too occupied fishing plastic bags I wasn’t able to ignore. I thought later about what he said and realised this was exactly the reason why I was the only one collecting trash! I see it as my responsibility, even if it wasn’t me throwing it now on the beach, even if I throw my plastic bottle in the trash bin… it’s my responsibility because I still use plastic, and even if I didn’t use plastic I would still be responsible for keeping our Planet/home clean. We pollute because there is someone else who will clean up, isn’t it so? We pollute because we are ignorant, and we ignore how much harm we are doing to ourselves. We pollute because we are so detached from Mother Nature we don’t hear her cry and suffering, she’s asking for help and we turn the other way. Well, I cried because something in me heard the sea and I felt its pain, its frustration.

We consider ourselves such intelligent creatures but we have used our intelligence and gifts in a self destructive way. I mean: with all the natural materials that can be used, plastic had to be invented! – I thought to myself. I also wondered who and when invented plastic, here’s what I found briefly:

The history of plastic dates back to 1862, when Alexander Parkes demonstrated Parkesine, his man-made plastic derived from organic cellulose, at the Great International Exhibition in London, England. Parkesine could be heated and molded into objects that would retain their shape when cooled. … Other advances in plastics followed, using various other organic substances. It wasn’t until 1907, however, that the first fully-synthetic, commercially-successful plastic was invented by Leo Hendrik Baekeland. …. The invention of plastics opened up a whole new world of possibilities for manufacturing. From automobile parts and telephones to jewelry and kitchenware, plastics took the world by storm. ”  ( SOURCE )

Basically, even if you wanted to give up plastic entirely… you can’t! But you can reduce the daily use of it. 100 years after the invention of synthetic plastic humans are waking up to the damage it has made. Somewhere, perhaps exactly on the Great Pacific garbage patch, there is your plastic bag, your old phone, your old bottle or the plastic cups/forks/plates you used for that picnic years ago… this is why we’re all responsible. Even if we did change our habits today, we need to clean up the mess we (directly or indirectly) participated in creating.

It’s an exciting time and also a positive one. We are in the middle of a huge planetarian chaos!! We are called to tap into our creativity to rethink and reimagine a healthy beautiful and clean future. And also a loving one 🙂

P.S. Oh and you know something wonderful happened on day 4: I walked all the way!! The beaches were extremely clean (only a few things here and there)… I was smiling in joy! On day 5 I walked with a kid all the way and saw a woman collecting stuff during her walk, and my mom began picking up little bits she’d see in the water! … I believe in a clean planet ❤

I am…

I AM the whore you’d wish to fuck,
I AM the mother of your children,
I AM the lover you long for
and the fiancé you want to become your wife.

I AM the storm
and the calm surrender.
I AM the hurricane in your dreams
and the dark forest you never enter.

I AM an animal,
I AM the Holy Priestess.
I AM the Oracle
and I AM the beggar.

I AM the most luminous light
and the darkest darkness.
I AM the flesh
and the smell of sex.
I AM the open arms
in your times of need.

I AM your sister
and I AM your daughter.
I AM the sage grandmother
I AM the nurturing woman.


(Tanya Gervasi, written 26.07.2018)