Victoria writes, "Tonight I write from a fierce place, a place made of fire, and a slow burning truth. She inhabits my ribs and breathes her flames, sometimes quiet, and sometimes a roar I cannot purge. It is nights like these when she presses until I can no longer stand her howls, rising like the moon and forcing me awake. She is a force and familiar memory, the primal me, the warrior, and the human.
The human in us all.
To be fully human is to be wild..."
8 Wondrous Ways to Restore Your Wild Spirit.
Published on October 22, 2013 03:34