The Wildness Within

Friday morning, I took my nest-cage down. Maybe it had to do with the unseasonably "cool" weather that day, but something inside of me whispered "cut the cord" and I heeded the call. This is the place the wildness lives, well... used to live. I stepped into my nest-cage for the last time Friday morning and devoured every inch of that wildness, soaked it up from the earth through my heels, into my bloodstream and the marrow of my bones. This wildness now lives within me. If she had a name, it would be something sultry or exotic like Tallulah. You see this wildness is new to me. I like to be in control, I follow all conventions of politeness, I'm buttoned up, reserved... all slicked back into a tight little bun without a hair out of place. This wildness has been suffocating, on life-support for the last 30+ years but this nest-cage gave her new life. Slowly but surely hairs fell out of place, and things began to loosen, until eventually the dam broke and this wildness, MY WILDNESS, roared back to life.