My Wild Island Thoughts

My story is beautiful and tragic, and piece by piece I’ve chosen to put myself back together in a mosaic of starlight, glittering through all the cracks. 

I left my life to find myself.

I walked away from a marriage empty and broken. I was a mosaic of hurt and desperation, shattered on the inside and taped together on the outside. I left with my life in a black garbage bag. And I cried tears of heartache, failure, tragedy and relief as I slept that first night on my black garbage bag pillow. I was taught to love others before myself, that love was conditional, granted, given and taken away. And so I gave and gave until I was empty and broken.

And then I walked away. My power to love myself had been stripped away from me. My self-love was conditional, granted, given and taken away. And as I learned to love again, my love for myself kept crumbling until I shattered. 

Listen to Episode 2 of My Wild Island Thoughts Podcast

Deep within the heart of this Wild Island lies an old woods full of magic and memory. The trees plant their roots deep into the earth and nestle around lakes, meadows and bogs. Every time I enter the forest, a part of my soul stays behind to float and wander among the trees. 

Each intricate aspect of your soul brings with it a sense of balance and foundation, anchoring your spirit to the earth. 

Inhale exhale breathe… deep within this Wild Island my soul wanders among the magic of the trees, creating balance and finding a foundation. As the breeze silently whispers her secrets my spirit is anchored to the earth.

This is my wild island.

These are my thoughts.

Welcome to the new podcast.