A Letter: Reminders for Your Wild Self

Your Wild Self: More Than Lyme Real Talk

Dear Wild Self,

Making space for the conversations under the stars, legs swinging inches above the ground as time feels irrelevant and the storing and stuffing and stirring of thoughts settle into a cool pool, where the only thing reflecting back at you, is you. 

You and those specks of light part of something much bigger than this. 

What if what I have to offer isn’t enough for a world so big, so messy, so swallowed up by to do’s that the conversations under these stars with legs swinging and hearts full, feel too small and unmatched next to the action we must take if we wish to keep on bettering. 

Bettering our communities through advocacy, voice, and tireless dedication, even if that means getting uncomfortable.

Bettering the world through mindful action, a collective concern, and selfless acts of love. 

And bettering the wild self as curiosity takes over, shoes are removed, and the harshness and urgency, even if only for a moment, fades away into the speckled light above and cooling sand between our toes.

With Love,