There’s a bit of wild that exists in all of us. We feel it in the way we move, the way we sense, the way we breathe. That unseen unspoken language we have with the universe. That sense that something is about to happen. Those checkpoints of confirmation that we are in the right place at the right time. .
The Wild is always speaking. I feel her all around. In the trees, the wind, the waters. She is the force that brings me into balance when I’m off course. The song that draws me closer. The scent that brings me home. She loves when we pay attention. When we notice her shifting currents. When we go against the grain despite logic in order to meet her deeper. And every time we lean in, she takes us further than we ever thought possible. .
No. It’s never safe. The Wild isn’t meant to be safe. It’s the unknown. But God I wouldn’t change her for the world. Because every time I leap, I’m met with truth. And nothing replaces the feeling of awakening to truth. The Wild exists in all of us. And she’s calling you respond.
