Wilding the Heart


The mountain gods know it is time. Hush they say, listen to your heartbeat. Be ready for anything, sing the goddesses, we are here for you.  Somewhere between light of dawn and glow of dusk lies the present.  The forest beckons. Wild yourself whispers the bleached bones on my path. A feather falls, ever so lightly. I shiver in anticipation.


8 thoughts on “Wilding the Heart

  1. Trees. I love how they are holding on to the ground, and obviously surviving. With dignity!

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  2. Loved the tree sketch, especially the roots 🙂
    Kisses and Love ❤

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  3. For some reason this one reminds me of Rumi’s The Breeze at Dawn (Don’t go back to sleep). Dunno why.

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  4. To compared to Rumi is very high praise indeed, Cabrogal! Yes, Let’s not go back to sleep. We can wild ourselves and really experience life.


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