“The doors to the world of the wild are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.” - Clarissa Pinkola Estes My entire adulthood has been a long process of unraveling, unlearning. Reconnecting with my inner wildchild, so I can step into my wild woman. Rejecting the stories and projections I've carried through my life, and instead, crafting my own. I am choosing to heal this weight of my ancestors, my past, old patterns, rather than simply carry them. I seek the freshness of building something new, and gracefully letting go of what needs to die. I am yearning. I am craving. I am creating, changing, radicalizing, and feeling my way through all the doors that have been opened for me. Your doors are open, too. Seeing them is bravery. Embracing them is freedom.