Like the wild wolves, a wild woman must be free to roam this sacred land. She must be able to simply drop everything and run out into nature, hit a backroad, for the rivers and streams and ocean are calling her home. A wild woman must be able to rekindle her inner fire when she feels her flame start to flicker out.
I find solace when the radiant sun’s warm rays land upon my skin; when I hear the rushing of water, when I feel The Mother beneath my feet, when the wind dances wildly through my hair, when the giant birds overhead put on a flight show just got me.
A wild woman must be free to roam, free to run, free to grow ~ * Beyond grateful to roam free on this beautiful earth, soaking up all her wisdom through the soles of my feet, listening to the guiding ancestors whispering in the wind, elevating consciousness and raising vibrations 💚
Day 5 #SheWolfYogaTribe 🐺 •
It’s getting cold around here and the leaves are falling
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Waterfalls always look particularly lovely framed by fall colors, like this one on the Sol Duc River in ancestral Klallam and Quileute lands 🍁🍂🍃 Remember, the road into the Sol Duc Valley will close after the first winter storm and will not open again until spring, so plan accordingly if you are hoping to visit!
Photo by Ranger Brian Poffenberger. [Image description: Shafts of light catch the mist and yellow and green foliage around cascading waterfall.] #autumn🍁 #forest#pnwonderland#waterfall#dogochasingwaterfalls