I recently came back from a weekend away form my family with my oldest and dearest friend in the world Shelly. We went to visit her and my beautiful friend who is living with a massive tumour in her spine (her story is incredible and deserves a blog post of its own which will follow).
As happens when sisters don't see each other for a long time we had a lot to talk about and as 2014 was one of the biggest years of our lives on an emotional, spiritual and cutting through the crap of daily life kinda year, conversations were charged with feelings, tenderness and sometimes tears.
I've always been a beach girl, don't even think twice if I'm given the choice where to go: Beach or forest. I always choose the ocean, my love. This time there was no choice we were in the Dandenong ranges of Victoria. A beautiful sub tropical mountain rage filled with aboriginal history and sacred forest. We went for a walk into the woods, into the old growth forest where the trees will speak of lives lived long before our time.
We felt a connection, we felt the depth of humanity and its tiny existence amongst all that is in this world. We felt the connection with our divine mother and mother earth herself. We felt an instant calm as time stopped and suddenly we were young and old all at once, we were one.
Into the wild we went to find calmness, serenity and reassurance that we are the wild and the wild is us. Life isn't actually that complicated its only us humans that make it so...
The wild one.