01/16/2026
Every wild woman has it.
The longing to merge with nature and get simple
To live with less
To take up less space in the world so nobody can find her
To go incognito with her medicine, her gifts.
Because what wants to come thru is ā¦
A bit much.
Who she just is,
Is a bit much.
And life has been... a bit much.
So you make do with smaller.
There comes a time when your ability to ride it low to the ground merges with your sobriety and it's crucial for your development. Not only can you get by with less, you have proven that,
but part of you comes ALIVE with less. Sheās scrappy and thrifty and amused at sunsets. Thereās nothing to cushion her from the elements. Sheās raw with her crusty sleep in her eyes and a lopsided smile. She feels naked with the trees.
Going into hiding, soberly, can give you time to tease out your love affair with scarcity from the part that just loves being a simple woman. And you meet an innocence. And God, sheās beautiful.
And it fills your cup.
But you canāt stay there forever.
You canāt LIVE there.
There in your moss covered otter shack. Or your version of it.
It is simply not a big enough container. And you know it. So donāt overstay.
One thing I know how to do very well is give myself entirely over to the season of life I am at. And to follow when the next season is coming in. Because if you donāt ā your fairy-lit cabin escape will soon feel like a prison.
And when I am scared sh*tless of the calling for More, Bigger, Different - I pray. I get on my knees and crack my heart open. And I make offerings to the fire and water.
So make no mistake.
If you are in a season of hiding out - I see you. I respect that.
And,
You canāt stay there forever.
Love
- a woman who leaps.