Braving The Wilderness

Not just a pastiche of Brené Brown.

Not just a pastiche of Brené Brown.

I like full stops. Separation. Space. Room to breathe. Room to grow. Permission to feel.

And I am feeling, and this wilderness is dizzying.

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What do we do when there’s no roadmap?

When we’re doing something for the first time, in and for ourselves?

Who do we look to? Where do we turn to?

What does it mean to really, truly, belong?

We all have a wilderness inside ourselves — somewhere deep, dark, and perhaps impenetrable. And I wonder how many of us venture there. I wonder how many of us are scared. If we could — that is, if we had been there, and survived to tell the tale — I wonder how many of us would share.

Curiosity. That’s what we need. A child-like yearning. An open mind and an open heart. This is just the start — and yes, it hurts. Don’t chide me for it. Don’t chide yourself.

Stillness is the key. Beyond fragmentation, the consolidation of mind and body. A moment in time, suspended, breathing softly. A fallacy: becaus…