Our Wild Return: The Story

THE story of

I stood at my kitchen sink on a Sunday morning.
I turned the speaker on and chose a song I could stomp my bare feet to.

I closed my eyes and imagined clay beneath my feet, a wide open sky above my head
and the sound of bone hitting drum.

I sounded a very long and loud hum that turned into one hell of a roar and then I took a deep breath and proceeded to wash my dishes for the 7 thousandth time.

I looked around at the relentless mess that always awaits me. I return to it over and over again, tend to it over and over again. Tears pricked my eyes.

And with that an idea was born.

Our Wild Return is the stomping of my feet and the tears in my eyes.
It's the weight of love and devotion to my family
balanced with the heavy reckoning of the price I pay with my own self neglect.

It is a war cry for women everywhere, who like me, stand alone on Sunday mornings tending to their families while leaving themselves behind.

Willingly, out of love and devotion to our families, we neglect and abandon ourselves.

Our Wild Return is about weaving a world where women can both love and tend to their families AND ALSO love and tend to themselves.

This is a call to return to the days when sisters sang a song of communal resonance.
An invitation to return to ritual, to movement and to a deep devotion to our
own inner rhythms and wild nature.

Skin returns to soil. Song and Sound returns with our Soul.

We return to our bodies.
Rhythm and movement rattle and release lifetimes of stress from our bones.

This is the Medicine for Motherhood.

For Womanhood.

For the ones whose wild roars and soars.

For the ones who know they must return to themselves or risk losing their f*cking minds.

We speak to the women who feel the stirring remembering and the ones who have paid the price of forgetting.

Our Wild Return is ritual of reclamation. A declaration that we will not continue along this path of forgetting ourselves. Here together, we weave a new story of love and devotion first to ourselves. Letting our sacred spring be overflowing before we pour out to others. This is sacred self work. This is sacred self return. This is sacred self respect. This is sacred self ritual and the truest return to love and devotion.

Come return with us.

"The threshold is calling, sister. Not to a new version of yourself, but to the original song your soul has never forgotten. We wait for you at the edge of the wild."

Return with us