Here’s to the fallen, the broken and the shattered.
To the warriors who know that to be cracked is to let the light in deeper. Who know that the best fruit is on the very tip of the branch and the brightest jewels are hidden within the roughest of surfaces.
Here’s to the ones intoxicated by the burning of the winds of change in their lungs and who live in the lands that others fear to tread.
Here’s to the ones who raise their voices to the heavens even though they don’t always know the words.
Here’s to the rare beings who walk the road less travelled, taking the adventure that rises on this path with purpose and passion.
Here’s to the rebels, the heartsick originals, and the bittersweet loneliness that fuels their spirit.
To the ones who won’t conform, back down or step aside.
To the ones who were not born to fit in but to gloriously stand out.
To those who are here to be midwives of the genuine.
Here’s to the awakened ones whose purpose is to feed their soul and not starve it.
Whose mantra is the drumbeat of their own heart
Here’s to the magical, the mystical and the misunderstood.
To the wise ones who move between the shadows and the light.
To those who read the compass written on the walls of their hearts and follow the North Star etched upon their spirit.
Here’s to the brightly coloured patchwork of divine visionaries that won’t stand down, play small or sit out. To the stargazers, the storm-chasers and the Old Souls that walk this Earth.
Here’s to the wild ones. Here’s to you.
Sharing with Love
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine
Gratitude to the Unknown Artist