When asked, “What kind of flower are you?” because I have whimsical friends and coworkers who insisted on so-called “icebreaker” questions, I used to give the same answer: a single red rose - clean, pristine, rich in color, associated with romance and carefully cultivated perfection. And while I am still fond of a red rose, lately I have been returning to the wild places within myself, the ones that grew before all of life’s well-intentioned but not always wise gardeners came