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. We forgot about the boxes with the wild things in them. We forgot who we were.
we are wild
and magical
and spinning within the universe
we are dust
and water
and expanding with dreams
wild wolf woman
wild butterfly woman
wild every woman
Wild is nature and nature does its thing without apology.
~Cassandra Key
coming out of your shell or breaking free of self-imposed restraints……and how would you describe it?
inquiry for today~ don’t sit still for too long…..move your forgotten wings…….
A storm was coming
but that’s not what she felt.
It was adventure in
the wind and it shivered
down her spine.
~Atticus
