To Late August

To hell with demure. I want to be wild.

I’ve missed you! This summer has been FLYING, hasn’t it? Over the past six weeks, I had a birthday, released my new coaching brand to the world, and fell in love. I will probably talk more about all of those in the next few weeks. Whewww. Leo season has been kind to me.

How ‘bout you?

🍋 🌱 ☀️

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Photo by David Prince, from Unsplash

To hell with smart, together, and tidy.

To hell with demure.

To hell with composed.

I want to be WILD.

I want to grunt and groan and growl.

I want to give voice to all the parts of me who cannot speak in tongues like the ones I’ve been taught. Who cannot form the consonants that keep me bound to these unholy squares.

I want to be un-tamed, un-fit, un-fussed, un-filtered, un-leashed, un-lovely.

I want to be WILD.

I want to lay my body on the earth and weep. I want to hear mother earth singing to me. I want to grieve with her and learn all of her stories. I want to be mud-covered, howling at the moon.

I want to go to seed.

Let me grow like a tangle of vines, ever upwards, ever outwards, ever uninhibited by bricks and walls and glass. Let me be wild.

I want to be fruitful.

Let me break apart and scatter myself like dandelion puffs, drifting on the wind. Let me deliquesce into puddles, gathering tears into rivulets into rainbows into rivers into lakes into oceans.

Let me be oceans.

I wish to be wild, do you hear me?

I wish to keen and wail and scream and let myself move with the voice of a million trees. I wish to let my hair down, unzip myself from myself, and let loose.

I wish to come undone.

I wish to abandon all grammar all propriety all goodness. All of these corsets holding me in.

I wish to explode like a million stars.

I wish to be unbound.

I wish to savor the sips of air, the swaying of the wind, the bees who drowsily hum from flower to flower.

Break me open like ripe fruit. Let me spill over, dripping like juice down your chin.

I crave the pull of want and wish and lust and longing.

Of loving the whole world, every atom a poem.  

I wish to be WILD.

Don’t you?

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