She’s wild, deeply wild. A feral and hot restlessness inside of her; she’s driven and strong. She can do things that others cannot. She feels near-constant yearning mixed with frustration. She gets things done and well. But, things move too slow for her. When she wants something, she wants it now. She wants it fast and lasting. She wants to feel it in every cell, every sinew, every pore and plane. She wants to carry experience inside of her and hold it forever.
What she really wants is pure freedom, peace, a life of contemplation, a life of feeling, but she doesn’t get to experience very much of this. She can’t have what she really wants because, well, it would ruin the current state of things. She would have to turn her back on the predictable, known present and head into the cool, silent, and mossy unknown of a different…
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Transformative Trauma 
Hoh-my-gosh, THANK You so much for the re-blog, my friend. You rock. I just read your post “I am the Compost” and soooooo dig it. You are absolutely right. What a tremendous realization and what a deeply moving idea that you are the nutrient-rich soil from which healthier humans can spring. Your bog is awesome, my fellow or sister human. Your heart is even more so.
Big Thanks! You got another mention in @ashyogini- check it out! A fellow lover of Yoga and my daughters teacher. ❤