There are many ideas about what the soul is. Some see it as an eternal essence, separate from the body, guiding us beyond this life. Others view it as the seat of consciousness, the intangible yet undeniable force that makes us who we are. I’ve spent years exploring these interpretations, and the one that resonates most deeply with me is this: my soul is nature itself. It moves like the seasons, it thrives in freedom, and it rebels when confined. It is fierce yet gentle, stormy yet calm. It is not separate from the earth, nor does it need saving or purifying—it just needs to be remembered.
The Wild Within
We’ve been taught to think of Mother Nature as something outside of us, something we visit, something we take from. But what if she was never separate? What if she is our soul itself—the untamed, instinctual, cyclical force that knows how to grow, how to rest, how to return to itself over and over again?
Just like the land, our soul isn’t meant to be tamed. It isn’t meant to be over-structured, boxed in, or forced into rigid expectations. It isn’t meant to produce endlessly without pause, without seasons of stillness. It isn’t meant to conform to landscapes shaped by others—it is meant to move, adapt, and expand.
Listening to the Soul as Nature
The soul, like nature, speaks in cycles:
When we feel restless, it’s a call to expand.
When we feel depleted, it’s a call to return to the roots.
When we feel trapped, it’s a reminder that rivers carve new paths when they meet resistance.
When we feel disconnected, it’s because we have tried to live against our nature instead of within it.
We don’t need to fix our soul. We need to allow it to be what it has always been.
Rewilding My Soul
To rewild the soul is to stop treating it like something that needs to be domesticated. It is to return to what is raw, real, and deeply alive.
Honoring My Seasons.
Everything in nature moves through cycles of growth, rest, decay, and renewal. My soul does too. It is not meant to be in constant bloom.
Trusting My Instincts.
The wild knows how to navigate. My soul does too. When I stop forcing, I start hearing.
Living Without Apology.
No tree asks permission to grow. No river seeks approval before changing course. My soul doesn’t need permission either.
Giving Back to Myself.
The land thrives when it is cared for. So does my soul. It is not something to drain or neglect—it is something to nourish.
She Was Never Outside of Me
I don’t have to search for my soul in books, religions, or philosophies. I don’t have to become something different to find it. I just must stop ignoring it.
It is already here.
In the way I crave freedom.In the way I feel most alive when I am untethered.In the way I know—even without words—that there is something waiting to be reclaimed.
It’s time.
Return to it. Return to yourself.
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