A real, honest-to-goodness, genuine human is increasingly hard to come by these days, but Chris La Tray is one of them. Here is not an Author creating a Persona but a regular guy authentically and humbly sharing his world. The magical beautiful moments and the ordinary bits and the grumbly gripes and the amusing quirks, expertly yet subtly crafted into poems and essays that in themselves act as meditations, reminders, to all of us, to pay attention. To pay attention to all of it– the quality of light, a foul mood, an evocative sound, an inter-species connection, or the experience of a whole landscape.
La Tray writes that he ‘feels like the world just gives and gives and he’s not doing a damn thing to give anything back’, but he is; he has. He’s given the gift of his attention, his reflections, his mutterings and epiphanies, and with them, he’s validated animals and wildernesses and his fellow feral humans who, like him, live inside our heads, rejoice in solitude, struggle with restlessness, and seek and find wildness everywhere.