Reconnection to the untamed, primal self

The forest does not forget who you were.
Before the world tamed you, you were flame.
This is the day to remember what the wild gave you.

Go to nature—alone if possible.
Take nothing to record it.
Touch earth, water, bark.
Let the beast in you breathe.

You are not only citizen—you are creature.
The Wild is not chaos—it is truth without chains.
Let your instincts stretch like limbs too long bound.

At dusk, build a small fire.
Sit beside it without task.
If the Wild speaks, do not write it down.
It is not for keeping. It is for becoming.