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Lately I’ve been feeling a massive wave of rejecting domesticity. When did we accept the notion that we’re supposed to be tame? Polite? Palatable? When did we reject the biological Truth that a powerful part of ourselves is in fact a beautiful, primal creature? These bodies have a wildness and their own kind of intelligence that we have dismissed for far too long.⠀

Our wildness speaks to us through desire. We feel the magnetic pull on our heart, and burst of Lightning through our spine, and the ripples of waves in our tender bellies. We feel the bristle on the back of our neck when something isn’t quite right. We also feel radically free and relieved when we let our bare feet sink into the Earth, or when we howl and moan and scream into the wind. It is natural to sweat and drool and cry. It is NATURAL to enjoy the ravenous tangled limbs of sex. This is our wildness. Fuck domesticity, I’m taking mine back.

May we all reclaim our right to BE—free and wild—as we navigate this Life.
Your humanness is beautiful to me.

WILD ONE

my soul is a wild one
she dances on the whisps
of the wind
and through the strands
of unwraveling time
like this
i am at my best
free to be the creature
i was born of and to
at one with the Mystery
to which i will
inevitably return

Sending Light 🌻 Danielle