A man's choices, living out of his true story, impact others. A wildness within, a redemptive wildness, goes with us, contributes to the larger hopes, the bigger picture. A sacred wildness, flowing like Rolling Creek, a real place. Real, like you, me, us, the community we embrace.
I don’t take the time for such a glimpse, but I found one today. Today’s glimpse? Alaska. Well worth the time. If you want to catch the piece that captured my wildness the most, skip forward to 5:33 … and go to 7:58. By all means, the entire 10:40 video is good. But part of my vision for this blog is to respect people’s time, as much as possible.
Safety Tip: the music used in the background triggers something in … in the realm of melancholy. It’s not that bad anymore. I just wanted to give you little heads-up in case you’ve experienced a similar reaction. The guy’s name is Cory Williams, and he has a channel on YouTube called:
One more thing about Cory Williams. He moved to Alaska in 2014 (July?) to live in Eagle River, Alaska … quite recently. Approximately a month later, he bought a house. About four months later, he became engage.
Cory Williams records video of himself as he does a flip in the snow at Kincaid Park on Tuesday, Oct. 21. Cory Williams, a video blogger and YouTube personality who posts as Mr. Safety and DudeLikeHELLA, recently moved to Eagle River.Marc Lester / ADN (Alaska Dispatch News)
In May of this year, Williams married a woman named Kristen Swift. Talking about some serious change, recently, in a short amount of time!! This guy is on the move. I would consider him a true Wilder Man. But, he may not agree. This video clip is really cool. Enjoy. Here’s the clip, a stellar Wilder Man’s glimpse into Alaska.
This post is part of the Fiction Fragment Series; this edition, “Wilder Man & Cold”
Around 5am he stumbled out of the sleep … somewhat like a man emerging from a heavily wooded forest … looked out the hut-window, saw night and snow. His relative-friend, Melancholy, spoke to him from inside, triggered by darkness and cold outside. He closed the old faded heavy wool curtain, shutting out the out, guarding the in. The man was cold. And the coldness he felt in his soul was … weighty. His coldness was piercingly emphasized by the winter darkness, by the snow-cold. The cast iron wood burning stove, immovable, was also cold, showing indifference with the man in this hut. If a fire was laid, and started, then the stove would heat up, and give heat … to the man in this hut. If there was no fire, then the stove would stay cold. The man acknowledged the stove, in its indifference, and grabbed kindling, sticks, small log, and placed it all, intentionally, inside the stove. Match, lit, its flame brought to a six-inch stick, and the man in the hut edged the burning stick was into the stove, to light the kindling, to bring about some fire. His anxietous sense of urgency began to diminish. He stoked the fire. The warmth permeated his isolated, Siberian-like being. A new urgency materialized, a passionate need for coffee. With a similar focus, a sacred and fine tuned focus, the eccentric man in the hut began the detailed requirements for bringing an excellent cup of Mud to the appointed cup. The cup was eventually filled with the nectar from coffee beans. The man returned to the wood burning stove and tended to the fire; and then tended to his heart and soul. The cold had lost some of its power. But the battles would continue, until the other side of heaven. And, he knew that. He knew that all too well.