Hello you,
Somewhere in my mid-30’s I started to yearn for wildness. The predictable longing of an urban dweller for the natural world, yes, but also something more. An urge to become wild. To remember that I hold so much more than nice and kind and all the things I’d been socialised to believe were my lot.
I wanted to carry the threatening beauty of a swan. The shameless power coiled in the ocean’s waves, an undertow pulling. I wanted to be the Baba Yaga in her chicken-footed hut, untamed and untamable as I roamed the world.
It’s something I’m learning. I forget, I come back. With each repetition the wildness becomes more familiar. I am untethering myself.
Today’s zine is a little prayer, a spell, a wish for reclamation and remembrance of wildness. You can also find a link to the pdf version here.
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