I don’t think ‘happiness’ is the thing we’re after. I think we want stimulation. Work to do with our whole body, mind, soul, spirit, and being.
We don’t want more blueprints, we want more wilderness. To trust our wild.
Which has nothing to do with recklessness. You would not observe a beautiful wolf in all of her prowess and majesty and consider her wild reckless. No.
Wild is deeply, deeply connected to clear vision. To a heightened and steady awareness of self, attentiveness to self and surroundings.
A deep unshakable instinct. A sureness. A deep trust of self. Of intuition.
It knows the pangs of its own hunger. The growl of its own desire.
It does not apologize for what it is. It has no reason to. It knows the tenderness of its own nature. The protectiveness of its own nurture.
It does not need to scream or argue or prove its existence or its worth. Wild knows it is alive, makes no excuses for its reverence toward the natural world.
She takes her place in the cycle of cycles, bows to the seasons as they turn within her, over and over again, renewing, regenerating.
My wild is poetic. Sensual. Dark. Spiritual. Intuitive. Quiet. Fierce. Intelligent. Expressive. Observant. Nimble. Obsessive. Curious. So curious.
Your wild is you. It is you untamed. It is you most free, most real, most powerful. Most naked. Most unashamed.
And the thing is, ‘happiness’ is fine but it is fickle, it is fleeting, you cannot trust it because it cannot sustain you through thick and thin. It is not strong, wide, or deep enough.
But your wild, mm. It is the only part of you that knows the way. The way of expression, the way of life.
And you can choose to trust your wild or not.
But you can never separate yourself from it.
Photo by Matheus Ferrero