To be fully human is to be wild. Wild is the strange pull and whispering wisdom. It’s the gentle nudge and the forceful ache. It is your truth, passed down from the ancients, and the very stream of life in your blood. Wild is the soul where passion and creativity reside, and the quickening of your heart. Wild is what is real, and wild is your home.”
Winding our way through the leather fronds of palmettos and soft greens of muscadine grape fronds, soft sand underfoot and blue expanse of sky above feels so at home to me. Florida’s native scrublands are a sea of rich textures- the milky blue grey greens of architectural palm fronds, the soft light haloing feathers of native grasses like broom sedge. It was great to spend a weekend climbing, beaching and exploring the trial with two kindred spirits who have fun with acroyoga- my longtime friend Christy and a new friend in Lindsay, and her wonder pup Zeya. These cool October evenings are one of the best times of the year here in Florida. Happy October, all!