The work of the writer is to leave things different than they were before. We have a choice: to leave them better, or to leave them worse. For me, it’s become a sort of obligation. A feverish desperation I have to bring some form of healing to an often hurting world, sourced from the knowledge that I, too often, have acted unkind.
Wild Heart of Life began as a travel blog, in which I explored unique corners of the world–submerging myself into cultures and wandering the paths that were often left untended. It has since evolved into a different (but similar) corner, one for exploring the vastness of the human experience, and the absolute and dire need for empathy and relationship.
My time spent wandering the outside lands taught me that courage lies more in vulnerability than in strength, because it is in the quiet moments of the heart that we listen and we learn. Healing is dependent on our abilities to bear our souls, and so that is what this space has become–a composite sketch of each and every unforgivably sharp and striking angle. It is, perhaps, a bit messy. But so is growing.
I hope you find some meaning here–some words to tame the wild hurting of our hearts. After all, words are often all we have. So welcome to mine.
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