Girl of the Wild Heart ACEOAcrylic on 140lb Watercolor Paper, 2.5x3.5"
Wild heart? Wild head?
I have the wild head. Wild and whirling full of all the things I have to do.
Is this the struggle of moms who are trying to achieve something?
I wish I had the wild heart, free and running through the shadows, fleet of foot and clear of eye.
Cool air rich with the scent of growing and dying and secrets and sun.
Maybe that's what life is like. Even in the wild head, the running from thing to thing, maybe that's no less that what the Wild Heart does. And maybe within that, we can find the balance.
Hey, running is just falling and catching yourself before you hit the ground. Again and again, tipping forward off balance and landing on the next foot. Fall, catch yourself. Fall, catch yourself. Fall, catch yourself, for as far as you want to go.
And that's how we travel fast.
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Everyone goes in cycles of all and catch, the bigger you get the farther to fall the harder to catch but the more you learn.
I love the idea of a wild heart and a wild head.
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