finding wilder

what if we had ONE day, a “holiday”, that we took as seriously as New Year’s Eve or Black Friday, Chinese new year or Christmas or Valentine’s Day, Yom Kippur or veteran’s day? What if we had a holiday where we all got off the internet? Turned off our social media apps, maybe even put our phones and computers away in drawers. What if for 24 hours the entire world got on board with being present, here and now, without the scrolling and the “liking”, the “google that” or “ask Siri” this? What if for one full day we could just be where we were and trust that we weren’t missing out on what our friends and family, influencers or podcast hosts had to say online that day?

What if for one day we could move through our life without the dopamine hits that come with posting and tagging, liking and sharing? What if for one single day we all gave ourselves the gift of remembering what life felt like without the constant pull to see what we may have missed on Instagram in the last seven minutes while we drove the the grocery store? What if we just put our hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road and sang out loud to the music that played in our heads, windows down. What if we really saw what was in front of us all day long? Maybe we could see the miracles we often miss. Maybe we would recognize when our body says “I need a deep breath” or maybe we would see the ten dollar bill on the ground that we’d normally walk right by.

Maybe we would make eye contact with 10% more people than usual. Maybe we would smile more and be smiled at more. Maybe we would actually look into our dog’s eyes rather than just posing them for a photo at the beach. Maybe we wouldn’t need to check the stock market or weather or score of the baseball game while eating dinner with people we love. Maybe we would make a recipe from our great grandmother’s hand written cook book instead of googling recipes for an hour and constantly getting olive oil on our phone to remember which step came next. Maybe the whole vibration of the planet would change. Presence can do that. Maybe we would see things in our life that we don’t actually like.

Maybe we would leave a relationship or a job because we’d finally become still and aware enough to see where we’d been numbing out and what we’d been pretending not to see. Maybe the world would go up in chaos. Or maybe the world would become 5% more calm. Maybe Mother Earth would exhale a little bit finally feeling an ounce of relief from the constant buzz of EMFs and 5G. I really don’t know what would happen, but it’s one of my big dreams to find out.

micayla jean

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When the ego slims down, the heart expands and it becomes a natural process of sharing experience based on nothing but the moment, and the aftermath of success or failure becomes unimportant, unnecessary, not a thought. Simple presence is not thinking. Simple presence is, simple, it simply—is.

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some words from a year off of IG. 

It’s been one year off of IG and here is what I have to say:

Be

Breathe

Laugh

Sing

Swim

Dance

Drink coffee slow on rainy days

Get the puppy

Go one the date

End the relationship

Start it again

Say bye again

Take the class

Sign up for a new course

Swim in the rain

Swim as the sun is rising

Swim as the sun is setting

Walk the beach in the rain

Walk the beach in the sun

Walk the beach barefoot

Turn off the phone

Go to the woods

Read the books

Listen to the people you love

Listen to the people you don’t know

Listen to the people you don’t understand

See where you are actually the same

Listen to your own heartbeat

Listen to your soul in the silence of another breath

Feel the wind on your skin

Buy the new shoes

Get curious

Trust your curiosity

Take a shower

Take a bath

Go fishing

Go home

Say thank you

Look the sky

The clouds

The stars

The sun

Smile for no reason other than you can

Fix that thing that’s been broken

Or don’t

Do it all

Or don’t

Go everywhere

Or sit at home

Do nothing

Get still

Get busy

There’s no wrong way

There’s not right way

Whatever way you go

It’s the way you go

And it’s all part of the ride

It’s not wrong

It never was

You are right here

Right now

Exactly as you are

Exactly as you are meant to be

Smile about it

Ponder it

And let it all go

Breathe it in

Breathe it out

What a gift it is to be here right now

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thanks for being here! 

You are tiny

But huge

Amazing

And insignificant

A healer

And teacher

A cohort

And an outlier

You are tiny

But huge

A miracle worker

And a miracle seeker

A worker

And a keeper

A conduit

And a receiver

You are tiny

But huge

Accomplished

And attentive

Successful

And striving

Living

And thriving

You are tiny

But huge

Meant for greatness

Settling for smallness

A seer

And a doer

A healer

And a server

You are tiny

But huge

Fantastic

And cruel

Critical

And aware

Beautiful

And remarkably open

You are tiny

But huge

Available

And stagnant

Caught up in a story

While telling a new one

Repeating an old one

Living here and now

As one among many

You are tiny

But huge

Made for more

Requiring less

Reluctant to growth

Forever growing

Expanding

Settling

And controlling

You are tiny

But huge

Little

And big

Awake

And sleeping

Awakening

Consciously

Opening your heart to the understanding

That you do not have to know how to be both

Tiny

But huge

But you are tiny

And also,

You are huge

You make a difference through the immensity of your tiny moment by moment extension of source that lives largely, through your tiny veins

You

Are tiny

But also,

You are huge

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if my bones never got stiff from sitting cross legged

if my hips never tightened from not drinking water

if my heart didn’t race from too much caffeine

I’d sit here all day

hot cup of coffee

a book

a pen

writing all day

all day long,

I’d sit here slow

remember

and write

connect

and create

breathe

smile

I’d be on cloud nine

sipping

writing

reading

listening to the birds

watching the sunlight shift across the walls

I’d hear my plants grow

slowly

swiftly

perfectly

I’d never dehydrate

and I’d never cramp up

in my perfect little world

coffee and me

writing

reading

word after word

"I've found that one of my greatest practices in this lifetime is to bring myself back to this feeling of pure love, as often as I can, to continue that practice, to live as a channel, a vessel, of love, as often as I can. Because it feels so good. When I'm in that gentle, calm, peaceful space of love I feel no need to prove myself to others, to over explain myself, I feel no need to fight for why I am right or why somebody else is wrong, I have no need to be somebody who I am not..."

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I’d been lost trying to figure out who to be for the world

What I could do

Who I could become

What I could create

What I could share

So that the world was gaining something

So that I was making a change

But my trying became an emotional battle against what the world needed

Something I had been neglecting

The more I tried to be something I thought the world needed

The more I abandoned myself

The more I lost the connection to me

My glasses fogged up

My mirrors became sticky with steam

And I couldn’t see myself anymore

Lost in a world of trying too hard

To be something for others

When what others needed most from me

Was to wipe off the fog

Splash water on the steam

Open the window

Let go of what I was trying to hard to be

And fall ease-fully into exactly who I was

The stuff that was fun

The stuff that came easy

That’s what the world needed from me

It was simple

And almost a cruel ambivalence to realize what the world needed from me was the easiest thing I knew to do

So I wrote

And I danced

And I laughed

Smiling to the sky

Thanking the earth

Wearing clothes that were mine

Shoes that were old and broken in

Reconnecting with the pieces of my life that I had pushed away as I went down a long and twisted road of trying so hard to figure out who to be for the world

Sometimes I could pretend to dance among the stars

Dive deep underwater and swim with the creatures in the depths of the sea

Sometimes I could pretend to fly with the bees

Hold my own hipping and hopping through the meadows with bunnies and know that I made sense there

I could create a story where I was a chameleon, ever-changing

Ever embodying new skin

To blend in to wherever I’d go

To feel safe

I could shed skins like a snake

Hold my breath like a loon

Fly like an eagle

See in the night time like an owl

Swooping through the misty forest

Sometimes I could pretend that I was everything but me

And mostly I’d always remember that I was everything,

And me

.

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"my hope is to support you in coming home to the here and now, to support you in cleansing and releasing what is no longer serving at this time. time to renew"

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As a young girl my voice was raspy and deep. Over the last few years I dislocated my pharynx twice. Releasing shame around using my voice, letting go of fear and coming into a space of deeply trusting and using my own voice has been life changing. 

Poem of the week:

It was in a deep exhale where she could sometimes let go a little more

Always, a little more

It was in the expansion of her belly breath where she felt his love dance inside of her

And it was when she breathed out that she knew she had to watch him dance out of her, fluidly with the release of air moving through pursed pink lips

He couldn’t stay living inside of her forever

Not in a way that made her feel hostage

He didn’t pay rent

To stay dormant in her bones

And she knew he’d stay forever

Hiding in there

In the light of her soul

Without reimbursing her for the love she showered over him, time and time again

She needed a refund on the time spent lusting over his co-dependent wounds

Making her feel needed

Allowing her to feel special

Over and over again

She’d put up a notice

Two weeks she’d said

And you’re out

Pay up

Or you’re out

Put your lips on mine

Show me that I am not a fool

Or you’re out

Place your hands on my face and tell me it’s always been me

Or you’re out

Place your heart atop mine

In a pureness of knowing

That this has not always been a lie

Just tell me you’re afraid

And let the sun warm the places inside of me that have cooled over time

Protecting me from the power that moves through my bones when I’m with you

Let me go

Set me free

With your body

Here

Or

Leave

Take me

Or leave me

Dance with me

Or let me dance on my own

Pay me the rent for the space you’ve taken up inside my bones for far too long

I am no longer interested in protecting your heart with mine

Defending your scarcity with my strength

I am no longer the shelter for your story

I am no longer the breath that holds you deep inside my belly

I am now the exhale that sets you free

And finally lets me breathe, without you on my lips

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