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Jill Enabnit-Stokes's avatar

I started out wild. To me it meant seeing a tiny man dance in the window well,as I opened my four year old eyes one quiet morning. It meant foraging and gorging on wild blackberries. It meant being as excited as Christmas morning every time I happened upon a free and wild creature. Slowly, culture taught me to place a sticky, false gauze over the senses of that open hearted, open minded way a knowing my world. Connecting back to my “wild” heart brings daily gratitude and appreciation for how amazing and gorgeous so much of being alive can be.

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