You can take this however you like. I just want you to reclaim your wildness. I’ve experimented with lots of interpretations of being wild. When I was a little kid, it meant nature reserves, cliffs, empty beaches, windswept sand dunes. I returned to this in the last few years, reclaiming that wild part of me.
I’ve tried a lot of ‘wildness’ as partying. Many many experiments have been done here!! You know, for the sake of research of course. The letting down of ones hair, really cutting loose and seeing how wild one can get, can be in all honesty quite the cathartic experience at times.
I’ve been wildly honest with my thoughts, my experiences and had conversations that felt unbridled, taking on a life of their own, sometimes cantering out of control off some place I didn’t wish for.
I’ve tried camping in the wild.
I’ve spent entire days immersed in the ocean, caked on the sand, sun soaking my every cell.
I’ve caught wild fish, and eaten from fires as the sun has set, to be eventually set upon by plagues of mosquitoes.
All parts of being wild gifts something. What will you do with your wildness?
Sent with love,