I was made to be wild, wicked and free, to carve out my own crazy destiny, to find a place in this world where I can be the most authentic version of me. They dance, even when it seems there is nothing worth dancing for. Here’s the thing about wildflowers–they take root wherever they are, grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies and starless nights. Sometimes, it is only in the getting lost that we can find our way back home. We must, so that we remember that in order to be found we must go into the wilderness. We must so that we know why we need them. We must lose our wild hearts from time to time, I believe. The funny thing is, that the losing and the finding are interwoven. ![]() I’ve lost her most often when I’ve forgotten myself, when I’ve denied my own truths, when I’ve pushed down the need to create for so long that my heart…she finds better things to do.
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