This post feels hard to write but I am committed to it. I am writing it in honor of the women here on Birds Eye’s retreat, or rather maritime workcation, as well as all who may read it who wrestle internally with themselves and the world around them more often than not.
I am wild. As I typed those words I heard a choir of negative reactions sing back to me in unison (maybe yours is in there) that almost caused me to delete but I won’t. Because I trust you know you are wild too.
Today I allowed myself to be seen, as did each of the women here. Yes, by each other, but even more by ourselves, and in turn by those we encounter in a local business or on the beach. My own reconnection to my innate sense of home in the wilderness came from gowning myself at breakfast time with tongue in cheek and memory in hips, and then lying in the sand. And tiptoeing through the tidal pools. Greeting the ibises. Being a freak of nature. Or rather a marshan.
So what? Because I always ask why. I have most likely asked you why a hundred times. And today was about the whats I love. A reprieve from meaning making. Rather a day to play with: Color. Pattern. Texture. Compassion. The senses. Reverence+Irreverance. Paradox, baby. That is me. Bring on the math and the market. Bring on the vision and the action. I do both. Bring on the earth and the sky. Bring on the longing and the contentment. Bring on the lace and the plough mud. Bring on the ferocious and the surrender. Light and dark. Unapologetically and lovingly, Annie. I love my business. And yours. XO PS. Thank you @sheila_shanti.
Photo cred as well as partner in adventure today.