To move through the world with my wild means walking between the worlds of my instinct and intellect. To feel sovereignty without isolation, connected to the parts of myself I cherish most.

In this season of my life, I am learning the art of balance. I am learning that being single is not a waiting room for partnership— it is a chapter, rich and full in its own right.

The in-between, where time passes between realms. From the ethereal dreaming space to the crisp lens of reality.

Maybe this whole “life” thing doesn’t have to be so hard after all.

I drafted this poem from the comfort of my Colorado home, reflecting on my time touching the deep-rooted energy of this magical place.

Musings, wisdom and lessons learned from a roller coaster of a decade.

How I held space for others while navigating a personal struggle.