I am WILD. Not because I have tapped into some old energy while comfortably sipping on green tea kale smoothies after a generous but not too exhausting class of kundalini yoga. Neither am I WILD because I went to a trance workshop and learned to rise my vibrant female energy and I am certainly not WILD through quiet meditation on some healing 528hz tunes, although I must confess, I have tried them all and some have even become part of my regular routine. Also, I am not WILD because I am wearing handmade dresses from tribal textiles and I smell of patchouli and decide not to die my silver turning hair. I am WILD because I have to protect, at all cost, something that I’ve just found and which I dearly treasure: myself.

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