Winter is the womb where Spring finds the room, to give way to Summer where she is in full bloom. Then falls into Autumn like the leaves to their resting tomb. Home again. We find ourselves. In the deep Winter of our womb.
Tag: #staywild
The Dance
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
True to You.
A quote from the inner landscape - the wild that brings you home.
A Fire Burned in their Names…
To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed, misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.
A Fire Burned in their Names
To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed, misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.
You Belong to the Earth and the Skies
To those who dare to wander and find, your truth to no longer feel hopelessly blind.
Foxy Magic
A wild musing, an adventure of our choosing, in the high hills of Crested Butte's wilderness thrills, we crossed paths with this foxy creature, who appeared to us as a great teacher. So we leaned in close as she began to speak, to hear her wisdom and embrace what she had to teach— "Be swift, quick, … Continue reading Foxy Magic
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