finding wilder

There was a moment when I stopped caring what the world thought of my “faults”

I shed the layers that felt sticky with insecurities

I laid down the novels of tamed perfectionism that rattled my weary bones at night

I said no more

I shook off the cob webs of desire for being something I was not

I nodded my head in forgiveness for the times I’d abandoned the girl inside of me, desperate to break free, to dance and sing with wide eyes

Open heart

I met her at this time

In that moment I stopped caring what the world thought of my “faults”

And when we met on that cool spring day, the clouds creating hearts in the sky, I looked down at my toes that had always been mine, but for some reason felt so estranged

Like they were new

Like the whole body attached to me

The whole body that sheltered my soul,

Was new

I’d transformed

Something shifted in my blood

Something had cleared

Expanded

I was refreshed

Awakened

I’d shed those sticky layers of skin

Laid down the stories not meant for me

I said no more

Shook off the webs

Nodded in gratitude for an opportunity to embrace the part of me that had always been there, so afraid to shine

And I thanked the world for giving me the opportunity to hide

So that I could find her again

The girl inside who I’d abandoned

She’d been desperate to break free

And in my toes

And my limbs

I felt in my beating heart

Her expression come alive

And it felt like home

I’d dusted the corners

Changed the sheets

Turned on the lights

Replaced the appliances

And painted the door

We’d come home as one

Finally,

Together

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nothing is real. everything is real. I know nothing. I know everything. 

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a birthday message, from my surrendered self, to you--in faith and love. 

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thanks for being here! 

On the wildness of who we are and what we can do when we reconnect with the part of us that's two years old. 

On remembering I love every single human.

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as you may know I’ve been off instagram for the last year (almost 300 days so far). I’ve shared a bit about this medicine on my podcast finding wilder. my latest and deepest and steadiest call has been to also release Facebook. There’s a whole beauuuutiful f***ing world to explore. nature. water. the sun rising. the moon sitting above the trees in the blue sky—in the deep black sky. there are strangers on the street worth smiling at. there are birds literally singing to you, FOR YOU. there are books to indulge in—what a massive blessing. there’s light that seeps through the windows and dances on the walls. there are butterflies. leaves rusting in the wind. there are humans to laugh with while walking through the forest or while sipping coffee or beers together. there are fires to be made on the beach to keep the bugs away. there’s salt water to swim in. there are mountains begging your feet to gracefully step upon them with your strength and curiosity.

I do my best to not pretend to know what is best for anyone else. and also, I do my best to share my experiences in a way that feels true for my journey.

nature, silence, stillness, time saying “thank you”, moving intentionally and slowly and in full presence to the here and now, trusting my curiosity—gifts that I hold very dear to my heart.

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….i love you lots

Ps trust YOUR curiosity.

Written in 2016: Two years ago I made my year goal to live my life like a rock and a feather; to be floating and free yet simultaneously stay grounded in who I was and wanted to be as a person. I've grown in ways I don't even know how to explain since then, and this year I feel more thankful than I can even say. I'm thankful for the people in my life, the love, support and motivation emulated by others and most importantly the independence I have gained. I don't think we tell ourselves how proud we are enough, so today I am going to use the selfishness of it being my birthday to tell myself and share with you that I am so proud of the person I am becoming. I share this not to be conceited but in hopes that YOU will take time today to tell YOURSELF how proud you are of where you are, what you have done and where you are going. If you aren't feeling proud today, take this opportunity to make a goal, big or small, and say thank you to yourself because just being here right this moment is enough to to be grateful for.

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I almost always felt this indescribable discomfort for being a human. It was like I had a body but I wasn’t always in it. I was above it. Or below it. Outside of it. It was like the world was happening inside of a snow globe and I could see it all happening, feel it all happening, but I was outside of the snow globe watching everything happen with a bird’s eye view, constantly trying to tap on the glass to get people’s attention, to say “hello! Why don’t you see me! Why don’t you understand me!”

Tune in and become 10% + more aware of where you are in this here moment.

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The thing I miss most about instagram is sharing something vulnerable in hopes of connecting with at least one person and creating a moment in time where somebody somewhere remembers that they are not alone.

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The angels told her stories that she wasn’t sure the world would understand

The trees wrote her novels

She wasn’t sure the world was ready to read

The rivers harmonized with her, jotting down lyrics to songs she wasn’t sure the world was ready to sing

And so, she’d keep them to herself, knowing with all of her being that the world needed to be a part of the books, the songs…

She knew with all of her heart that if she stopped being afraid, the world would listen to the angels that spoke through her fingertips

- micayla jean

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To Do What You Love

Its tough, she thought.

To do what you love.

To create a life.

By doing what you love.

The fear of descending.

And leaving the norm.

To quit what is realistic.

And do what you love.

Its tough, she thought.

To do what you love.

To move so holistically.

By doing what you love.

The absence of support.

And encouragement of doubt.

To move from the comfort.

And do what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

To create your own motion.

By doing what you love.

The internal harassment.

And ambivalent thoughts.

To move so erratically.

And do what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

To build your own empire.

By doing what you love.

The unintentional drought.

And motionless thoughts.

To feel so insignificant.

And do what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

To harness imperfection.

By doing what you love.

The ability to escape.

And the freedom to stroll.

To feel so ambivalent.

And do what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

To feel so at ease.

By doing what you love.

The urgency to change.

And the expectance to run.

To feel so important.

And do what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

To feel so afraid.

By doing what you love.

The absence of success.

And the expectance to succeed.

To feel so restless.

By doing what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

To feel so at peace.

By doing what you love.

The eagerness to grow.

And the reluctance to fail.

To feel so excited.

By doing what you love.

Its tough she thought.

To do what you love.

You have one life to live.

So do what you love.

She thought to herself.

Why not do what you love?

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