Wild woman

Coming up from the depths 

and breaking free from the hive

She's rising into her highest self 
Wild woman is coming alive.

A dweller by the Raven Woods 

Hunting in packs while seeking what she wants
She lets go of the shoulds

as she moves gracefully through the forest

She is the wild woman 

Conscious, awake & wise
Sharing her tales
And acting on her intuition

She thinks, breathes and speaks free of inhibition 

Always confident in her path 

Her direction is clear ...

She takes the wild way. 

To live is to love

Why do we subject ourself to love if we are just going to get hurt?

The same reason we subject ourself to living knowing we will die.

To live in fear of dieing is to be dead already, to love in fear of loss is to never unlock those chains of protection. Your love remains contained, turning stagnant, eventually collapsing and taking you further inward and withdrawn from the world.

To think that there is only one person suited for us to love is an extremely limiting belief that turns people on to a crazy pursuit of their "one and only" when really the person that is right in front of you is your love for this moment of time... embrace it.