WILDER

Wilder.
A place where growth is not limited to garden beds and trimmed hedges. The known, the kept, the manicured. It is a union of sun, rain, wind and soils home to the vegetation that lives there, stretching, seeking growth. A place where we bask in the rays of our mentors, water ourselves with self-compassion, lean into the headwinds, and strive upwards… forever growing.

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Wilder.
A state where pruning occurs only to allow us to walk a faint trail to somewhere even more remote, scenic and worthy of our spent energy.  A state where we lean into the head winds, get buffeted by the horizontal blasts, and pushed forwards by a gust from behind.  A state where we teeter bravely through the challenges, bound forwards when the terrain evens out, then finally stand atop a mountain, sunburnt and grinning with a pulsing heartbeat. Toes tingling.

Wilder.
When we strive each day to make ourselves proud, willingly leaving the known trails to carve our own pathway.  When the smallest individual actions add together until one day you realise you are running towards your best self.

Wilder.
When you feel so self-empowered that you no longer look behind or to the actions of others. 

Wilder.
When your steps surmount until you are standing near the edge, marvelling at just how far you have come, and realising that YOU were the one who got yourself there. For me, that is the art of ‘Being Wilder’