I have been thinking-talking-writing about “Wild” for months. I first wrote about “Connecting to My Wild” on August 5, 2013. So here I am, over a year later, reflecting on where my exploration into “Wild” has brought me…and more importantly, where it is taking me.
Stepping into Wild, the undomesticated nature I was born into, isn’t something that happened suddenly. In fact, it didn’t happen at all! It is an evolution. As layer after layer of domestication slip away, bits of my Wildness are revealed.
Wild surfaces most apparently when I am creating. She speaks the words when I am teaching. She comes through my touch when I am treating. She chooses the herbs when I am cooking. She sneaks into my writing, showing up between the lines of words that slide out onto the page. She hides in the bottles of dye and paint and is revealed when my brush crosses the silk or canvas. And most recently, she is in the keys of my piano and the chords of my voice waiting for the cage door to open so she can sound herself into the room. Wild always gets into my bare feet when they move to music across the floor…and when the moment is right, she comes bursting forth in the spins and leaps and bounds of ecstatic dance.
I am the blessed one to have opened the door to Wild. She is Joy expressed without inhibition. She gives life to living. She is the magic that is manifesting when I have the courage to release her and let me be Wild.
This is my prayer, “Let Me Be Wild.”