Maelara runs with the deer and dreams with the trees. She is the flame that dances in the canopy, never destructive, always awakening. Her soul is laced with bark and birdcall, with thunder that rolls through roots, and with laughter that startles the sleeping stones.
She is the Wild Heart remembered—the part of us that knows freedom is sacred and instincts are holy. She guards the pathways of animal kin and speaks the language of firelight stories. Her medicine is ancient joy: fierce, sovereign, unbound.
Maelara invites us to rise with the sap and fall with the leaf. To burn not out, but through—through fear, through separation, into the ecstatic remembering of wholeness with the Earth. In her presence, the wilderness within is welcomed home.
“Let the wildness in you breathe.
That is where your soul will remember how to sing.”
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