
05/30/2025
This world breaks hearts for sport.
We lose people we love to systems, to sickness, to silence.
We carry wounds that never should have happened.
And still, somehow, we keep going.
Wild Essence is not a place to escape what hurts.
It is a place to meet it wholly.
To walk with it.
To breathe into it.
To let it tell our story without defining its conclusion.
This isn’t about blind faith in something abstract or far away.
It’s a devotion to the resilience of the human soul.
A trust in the infinite wisdom of the body.
A belief in what is felt and seen.
In the resilience of nature,
in the way wildflowers bloom through rubble,
in the way your breath still returns
even after grief has emptied you.
Wild Essence is for the ones who feel the weight of the world and choose it still.
For those who know the ache of longing and still lean into love.
For those who sense that healing isn’t clean or linear,
but sacred, cyclic and cellular,
and carried out for the yet to be born through moments of presence, ritual, and return.
We do not cover the wound in fluffy bypassing.
We gather around it.
We let it teach us how to pray with our feet on the earth.
We root down.
We reclaim our rhythm.
We move in cycles, and with each other.
This is a homecoming through and to body.
A remembering through sensation.
A reweaving of soulsoil, breath memory, grieving beauty.
We gather in circles and retreats, mentorships and rituals.
Not to fix anything,
but to FEEL fully.
To love more honestly.
To live in deeper relation with land, lineage, each other, and what still pulses through the unseen into the generations to come.
This is a way of being in a world like this.
A sanctuary for tender togetherness, erotic aliveness, wild reverence, and when it comes for us — good grief.
For those who were born ready
to deepen
to come home
to live honest, rooted, and fully fu***ng alive
Wild Essence is still here