wild and safe.

I have been told that I am intriguing. I have been told that I am intriguing and wild and safe.

I think people think I am wild. And I can be. There is only so much wild the world can take before they rip your wings away and make you behave.

I know you felt that last sentence. Because you’ve lived it. A moment where you were outspoken, lived a little or avoided the norm…and then got your ass spanked. Spanked for believing a different way, for daring to pervade the deepest insides of your soul and lay them out on display just to be burned at the stake.

But I no longer mind the fire, because my soul; it’s far from wild. It’s a safe home. One that keeps you warm. Makes your favorite food. Sits on the couch with you while you chat through the parts of you people can't see.

I think it’s beautiful when I meet someone who shares their soul with me. Someone willing to see if I am capable of hearing who they really are with their very raw real ideas, opinions, or thoughts. I am. Regardless of my beliefs, ideas, or thoughts, I hold no judgement.

I love when they take the risk and show me their real selves and all of it’s beauty. And I love those that live daily believing that their souls hold such beauty that they could care less what the world would think, and I love to be a never wavering supporter motivating them to continue in that direction.

So I wonder.

What could you do to make your soul worth something to you? Worth so much that you couldn’t live knowing that it was in hiding and it might die without ever showing its truest light? What protective layers need shedding? And who do you need in your circle to hype up the real you?

Because the reality? The only one holding you back is you.

The world becomes a better place when you put your heart on display.