![]() Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees for we are children of nature. Let us dance in the sun wearing flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. I remember how great it feels to be exposed and wildly alive. I feel the wind in my hair, lift my gaze to the sky, raise my arms and invite the thunder. I embrace my untamed spirit and unleash her into a world that is meant to be filled with joy and love and laughter. It defies rules and explanations and logic. My wild spirit is my deepest truth, my greatest expression and my highest love. You won’t find me dancing in a club at night but you will find me climbing mountains to see the sunrise, with a glimmer of hope and a smile on my face… –Nikki Roweġ4. At the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling. ![]() If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. The doors to the world of the wild are few but precious. Break free from captivity, avoid society…You were born to be free. Release your majestic mind, embrace your untamed inner spirit. ![]() I was made to be wild, wicked and free, to carve out my own crazy destiny, to find a place in this world where I can be the most authentic version of me. They dance, even when it seems there is nothing worth dancing for. Here’s the thing about wildflowers–they take root wherever they are, grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies and starless nights. ![]() Sometimes, it is only in the getting lost that we can find our way back home. We must, so that we remember that in order to be found we must go into the wilderness. We must so that we know why we need them. We must lose our wild hearts from time to time, I believe. The funny thing is, that the losing and the finding are interwoven. I’ve lost her most often when I’ve forgotten myself, when I’ve denied my own truths, when I’ve pushed down the need to create for so long that my heart…she finds better things to do. ![]()
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