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About the blog…

Not wisdom gained through books, lectures or intellectual pursuits but through hard lessons, heartbreak, and the harsh experiences that give life its depth and meaning. These pivotal and profound moments lead to the unequivocal understanding that there is a wild self, clawing to get out of the cage. Not wild in the out of control sense, wild in the untamed, natural, feral, and pure self that never heard all the lies, and never believed in being someone else. This wild self belongs to no one, dances to a carnal drumbeat, speaks freedom among prisoners, walks barefoot and naked in a world clothed in shame. In the midst of your pain, in the small, quiet moments and the stillness of the morning, if you stop long enough to listen, you can hear her. She’s calling you home.