finding wilder

In this episode we dive into ten of my favorite ways to come back to presence!

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book published: finding wilder by Micayla Jean 

The world did not understand her sometimes

But who did the world understand?

Other than the one’s who did and walked and talked and attempted to dream the exact same way

Because they thought they had to?

And to her,

That wasn’t living

She did not want to be understood by the walking dead

The one’s who dreamed only when they slept at night

She wanted to live a life dreaming with her eyes wide open

Living consciously the life she saw, right in front of her very face

And the world sometimes didn’t understand her

The way she walked and talked and dreamed misunderstood, driving across the country with eyes wide open

Missing turn after turn

On purpose

from my book, Finding Wilder

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quote:

“coming out of a dark place requires

charging the batteries

changing the bulb

tending to the flame

of the light that already exists within”

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Shed another skin

Burn another match

Say another goodbye

To clear the air

Prepare for what is yet to come

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it is okay to walk softly

you don’t have to run

you don’t have to break the earth beneath you

with every footstep of aggressive possession for another moment in time

it is not yours to keep forever

it is yours

to move through

with ease

grace

a softness in your steps

be gentle now

the earth is holding you

no need to break her down

to remind her to be strong for you

she does that on her own

and you, my dear

can settle into living

walking

softly on your toes

and even so

planted sturdy

your heals and hands

molding into the dirt of mama earth

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she thanked god for the way they’d met

time and time again

in the petals of flowers

the seat of a stone bench along the rocky coast

a perfect enmeshment of toes and sand drinking in the sea

warm rain on her hot summer skin

views from atop mountain peeks

a moose on the roadside with eyes of forgiveness for momentarily forgetting the magic that was abound

all around

an orca whale jumping through the boundary of water and wind

her salty skin dripping with the cleansing power of ocean

her first sip of coffee in the morning

a deep breath

a smile

from a stranger

from herself, for no reason at all

other than the ability to curl the corners of her mouth in a way that brough joy

she thanked god for the way they’d met

time and time again

in the love stories that didn’t last

in the friendships that blossomed over the years

in the safety of a motherly hug

in the nourishment of a hearty meal

her blue eyes staring back at her in the mirror of a still pool of glistening water

a morning skinny dip among the moon and the sun gently sharing the sky

in the way her pen and paper embodied the same space, creating art

creating a story

creating another story

re-told

over

and over

again

she thanked god for the way they’d never stop meeting

in the rays of the sun

the shimmer of the moon

the deep belly breaths

and the remembrance of a smile that always came

no matter the depths of a broken heart

she thanked god for never letting her be alone

forever meeting her with one breath at a time

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and just like that

i opened my eyes different one day

to see a world that I had been living

drift and fade

into a darkness that no longer belonged to me

my eye-lids blinked

to see it again

to witness if I was really seeing what my eyes took in

and I knew

with each blink

that I had awoken to a world where I was no longer living in fear of who I was

i no longer was exhausting myself

spinning myself in circles

dizzying my consciousness in order to fit into the spot I thought the world had crafted for me

and rather,

i became awake to who I’d been before the world got ahold of my brokenness attempting to fit me back into a space that was not for me, but rather for a completeness to a puzzle that embodied sameness all around

i woke up one day and saw that each and every piece next to me, was exactly the same

walked the same

talked the same

wore the same shoes

and I saw, while at the core of our beating hearts we were all one,

but the sameness of our outer appearance had made us forget that the oneness beating in our chests was how we stayed connected, not how we looked and talked and dressed and what we said to those we knew

i saw that our puzzle pieces were not us

they were mirages of who the world had tried to make us into

to keep us still

keep us quiet

so I ripped myself away

and it didn’t hurt

and the world saw that I was missing

but god watched me come home

so effortlessly

so wildly in love

with the world my eyes now saw

when I blinked them open yet again

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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 that if she stopped being afraid, 

the world would listen to the angels that spoke through her fingertips

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it took nine days to write her first book it took nine days

the rest full of sun a few clouds

she drove back and forth living different lives

and past

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