Quotes to Inspire the Wild Woman in You

Something about this time of year, when the wind shifts from the cool crisp air to the warm wet breeze, and the sun lingers just a little bit longer in sky that awakens the wild spirit inside me. I feel I am not the only summer soul that feels most alive in the heat. So these are for you, the beautiful wild summer souls that dance barefoot in the burning sand and swim carelessly in the salty sea. For my girls who aren’t afraid to be completely yourself as wild and untamable as you may be. For my unchained sisters these are for you.

 

  1. “If chaos is a work of art, then my heart is a masterpiece.” –D. Antionette Foy

 

  1. “Don’t tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn’t do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit” –Melody Lee

 

  1. “She was a wild child; always stealing the stars and getting drunk on the souls of earthbound misfits.” –H. Lynn

 

  1. “Some day I am more wolf than women and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.” –Nikita Gill

 

  1. “I was make to be wild, wicked and free, to carve out my own crazy destiny, to find a place in this world where I can be the most authentic version of me.” – Christy Ann Martine

 

  1. “You won’t forget a women like her, easily anyway. Once you cross paths with magic it’s hard to see life the same.” –Nikki Rowe

 

  1. “Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night; that is how galaxies are made.” –Tyler Kent White

 

  1. “Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.” –Ernest Hemingway

 

  1. “You were wild once, don’t let them tame you.” –Isadora Duncan

 

  1. “She dances to the songs in her head, speaks with the rhythm of her heart, and loves from the depths of her soul.” –Dean Jackson

 

-S. Annette

Why I Write

 

To me, writing isn’t a want. It’s a need, as much as lungs begging for oxygen maybe even more. This need, she demands me to share my racing thoughts, to express my pain, to voice my joy. I can never quench her need, she comes back time and time again forcing my hand to pick up the pen and tell my story. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without her. What if she was passive and her love affair with the pen didn’t burn with passion? I wonder what would it be like to sleep through the night without her pleading to share just one more story. When I ponder of life without her, she wrangles my heart and reminds me, “we are one.” One and the same her and I, this need is I and her love affair with the pen is mine. Together we will always be, a flaming desire to tell my thoughts and share my voice.

 

-S. Annette

Hey Me

Hey me, “how are you? “

“How is your heart today? Is it beating to the rhythm of your dreams or is aching for the desires that are just out of reach?”

 

Hey me, “how are you?”

“How is your mind? Are your thoughts dancing to the sound of laughter or are they sinking into the depths of self-doubt?”

 

Hey me, “how are you?”

“How is your body today? It is swaying to the delicate touch of another or is it collapsing from the weakness of solitude?”

 

Hey me, “Please tell me, how are you?”

 

-S. Annette

Our Little Talks

I never know when days like today will find me. Sometimes it’s a smell, or sometimes it’s a song, and sometimes its nothing at all. You just open the sealed tight vault to my heart and let yourself in. I don’t mind your unplanned arrival. It helps me remember you because every day I lose a memory of you. My heart will break the day I can no longer remember the details of your face, so please let yourself in so I can take one more glance.

-S. Annette