There is a craving within me that rises and falls with some unseen relentless tide, that does not correlate with space or season. The yearning is both awakened and comforted by the whispering caress of a wild wind on my skin. Or when the ocean’s song creeps through my heart and pours into the center of my soul. It breaths through me when my lover’s arms hold me as if I am too precious to lose.
I was born with this thirst inside me. It waited quietly, almost patiently, only hinting at its desires when I stood at the edge of the sea, with the wind blowing through my untamable hair. Or when writing stories that I hid from judgmental eyes.
Yet cravings must emerge from their slumber, and mine exploded within me as I entered my teens, meeting the resistance of family assumptions and norms. And, much like a wise predator, my yearnings found ways to hide from the world, all the while seducing my soul. Together we journeyed, at times showing our wild intent, and at times blending into the background.
And now, for no reason and without warning, as I stood at the edge of a raging mountain creek flowing over its banks, my desires stretched and stood beside me, daring me to embrace an adventure. To walk away from old choices simply because I can, remembering that there are no “right” choices. Only escapades and experiences. And this time I believe I am ready.
I love this. It is so comforting to know that many of us are not able to answer to our Wild Carvings until later in life. That sometimes we choose to comply and fit in until we are strong enough and wise enough to know when to break free.