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July 21, 2015

Oh Wild Soul, Don’t ever Stop Seeking Freedom!

Cowgirl fast

Our wild souls are here on a safari.

Our hearts, dressed in cowboy hats with shaky, curious hands,

Thirsting to sail and soar and roam and explore.

We are not made to stand still.

We are not made to fit in.

We are born to shake the world like a snow globe and paint the universe with tasty splatters of neon tangerine.

Wildness calls to us, daily.

We answer that delicious call, daily.

With each click of the clock, we gallop fiercely, the breeze blowing our hearts wide open.

Gallivanting here and there, change is always in the air; restlessness is the only beat we dance to.

Bursting from one soul-cracking adventure to the next, ears perked to the deafening pulse of the universe,

We seek snow leopards of truth and lions of love and big bears of terror, oh my!

Opening our mouths wide, we taste love and pain and fear and joy—and it hurts—it hurts so good.

With mud-stained pants and dirty cheeks, we bow deeply to life’s cruel lessons and get up.

We always get up.

And smile a little bit.

And keep going.

We are not made to stand still.

We are not made to fit in.

We are meant to shake the world like a snow globe and paint the universe with tasty splatters of neon tangerine.

We are movement itself,

Winged lightning bolts with restless legs

Howling wolves who refuse to forsake our wildness.

Fierce tigers unable to be caged by constricting hands.

Oh wild soul, don’t ever stop seeking freedom!

It is your birthright.

Let’s meet in a wide open field in the middle of nowhere,

And sprint through oceans of tall grass at midnight,

And get soaked to the bone in a pouring thunderstorm.

Let’s fly and roam and wander and be so goddamn proud of who we are.

Ain’t no shame in being wild, baby.

Ain’t no shame, at all.

Let’s squeeze every ounce of succulent adventure out of every day

And lasso the stars into our vivid dreams every night.

Stripped naked and raw, restless and curious,

Let’s answer the roaring call of our wildness.

Let’s howl, howl, howl,

To the plump full moon

And keep on

Howling.

Oh wild soul, don’t ever stop seeking freedom!

 

Relephant: 

The Sweet Pain of Freedom.

Author: Sarah Harvey

Editor: Travis May

Photo: Flickr/Micadew

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