Wild Grace Blog
To the ones who are unsure how to human
IDK if I’m human-ing “properly” sometimes. (Complexity feels like punishment for crimes) My Soul knows existing is naturally simplistic. But, my human doesn’t always listen to that inner Mystic… Who...
To the ones who are unsure how to human
IDK if I’m human-ing “properly” sometimes. (Complexity feels like punishment for crimes) My Soul knows existing is naturally simplistic. But, my human doesn’t always listen to that inner Mystic… Who...
To the ones who have been in “The Pit"
To the ones who have been in “The Pit:” Earned understanding because you did not quit. For each of us will play every position, Should we open ourselves to this...
To the ones who have been in “The Pit"
To the ones who have been in “The Pit:” Earned understanding because you did not quit. For each of us will play every position, Should we open ourselves to this...
To the ones who transmute pain
To the ones who feel misunderstood pain, But know not exactly from whence it came. The kind that is invisible to others, Even to friends, doctors, and mothers. Aches stored...
To the ones who transmute pain
To the ones who feel misunderstood pain, But know not exactly from whence it came. The kind that is invisible to others, Even to friends, doctors, and mothers. Aches stored...
To the ones who remember
To the ones who believe in your power, Truth seeker, fear facer, authenticity endower <3 Your very life is a love letter, enduring! Remembrance in all hearts, awakened and stirring ...
To the ones who remember
To the ones who believe in your power, Truth seeker, fear facer, authenticity endower <3 Your very life is a love letter, enduring! Remembrance in all hearts, awakened and stirring ...
To the ones who dare to try
To the ones who wonder why… Why you try and try and try. When sometimes living feels like lying. Freedom in laughter, but not so much crying. Why does realness...
To the ones who dare to try
To the ones who wonder why… Why you try and try and try. When sometimes living feels like lying. Freedom in laughter, but not so much crying. Why does realness...