Society likes to put us in boxes. It likes to write our stories for us and pave paths we're expected to walk on.
We used to walk barefoot through the grass. We climbed trees and sang and spun in circles. We didn't care who was watching.
We left our hair unbrushed and swam in the rivers and let our minds expand with possibility.
We didn't know about the paths or the stories or the boxes, and if we did, we thought we'd ignore them and make our own way.
But then we stopped doing those things we did before. We packed our Wild into the boxes and handed over the pen. We put on shoes and walked the path.
And maybe the path wasn't so bad; it was smooth and easy and we could still see the trees. But we didn't climb them. We forgot about the boxes with the wild things in them. We forgot who we were.
we are wild
and spinning within the universe
we are dust
and expanding with dreams
wild wolf woman
wild butterfly woman
wild every woman
We are breaking the chains. We are climbing out of the cages and smashing through the walls. We are opening those boxes because Wild is nature and nature does its thing without apology.
You, me, we
It's time to wear our Wild again.
Find that box you stashed and unpack it. Here's what you might find:
The beauty, the magic, the fun in the "ordinary."
See with your wild child eyes.
Permission to dance like no one's watching.
Because they probably aren't, and even if they are, who cares? Let your body dive into the music.
Connection to the present.
What does it feel like to be alive in this moment? What changes when you're aware and mindful?
Permission to feel.
Let your emotions pour over. Let yourself be sad and happy, angry and content, moody and motivated. Feel, feel, feel, then move on.
Connection to yourself.
Be aware of your body. Listen to what it's telling you.
You may have packed them up tight. Unwrap them gently, look them over. Let them into your life.
Take a chance. Step off the path and climb into that tree. If you fall, it's okay. Cry if you need to. Heal. Then get back up and start walking.
Who you want to be.
I am this and I am that. I am fat/emotionally unstable/broke/boring/stupid/unworthy/fearful. Let go of who you think you are so you can become who you want to be.
Stop worrying about what everyone else thinks. Do your thing. Embrace your Wild.
Your Wild is waiting. Do you hear it? It's shuffling around in that box, waiting for you to crawl outside the cage, waiting for you to step into the dirt and pave a new path - one that's perfect for you.
Wild thing, you make my heart sing. :)