Woodland corners, hedgerows, riverbanks, shady glades that reside on the edges of a place are deep cauldrons of biodiversity where the beings of two or more habitats intermingle and interplay. The edge is where life happens at its most frenetic, where change happens most rapidly, new ways of being evolve and old ways come to die.
Life on the edge is for the maverick, the pirate, the vagabond and trickster. Those who refuse to stay within the imposed boundaries and desire to chase ‘what ifs’ and take risks.
Boundaries, internal and external, are melting pots where alchemy happens, risk takers venture and soul growth flourishes.