Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild yet serene. Able to accept all the changes, yet still lead by the pull of steady tides. With uncountable amounts of broken pieces, and yet, as whole as whole can be. No matter what, always here.

And so, keeping a strong vision, soft focus and always with the heart on the sleeve, slow and steady. Rewilding inside out, one data point of inner blossoming at a time.

To rewild is to learn about transitions. To collect all the soft data possible while transitioning between connected & disconnected, between resistance & flow, between total numbness & ecstatic sensitivity, between shallow hurried breathing & sloooooow and deep caressing air exchanges with the world around. From distracting to deeper relating. All in between the physical and spirit realm. All states equally allowed, infused with important and rich cues. To learn and therefore "to expand," means to fully taste your inner space, the visceral texture & flavour it. Flossing all the areas of the body, all "four corners" of the spine, with you awareness. A gradual take off. Heartbeat by heartbeat. And then ? :)

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

- Robert Frost

This was the very first paper cut I did, about an year ago. Before, I didn’t know I can do such things. I used to be very focused on being a good girl as a properly educated data scientist. I lost myself probably somewhere around childhood by learning how to please. I traded self integrity for approval and external validation.

Around spring 2023, I gradually started to realise what has happened. I realised that sensitivity is a path, not a pathology. I realised how much I can sense, feel and see when I’m deeply relaxed. Cutting paper became my therapy, a deep meditation, portal into spirit world. I took 2 days off and a full weekend to be alone with scalpel and paper, and this is what came from it. I cried a river meanwhile, felt immense joy and cut my fingers twice.

“Rewild” is about coming back to one’s natural state of being, a gentle gold threaded guidance for humankind going beyond the physical world to the realm where the spirit can soar without limit.

The cut message to myself unfolded as a result of doing my inventory of shadows. Soon after quitting my daily job, I found myself hearing a lot of inner critics at once. And so I listened to their intentions patiently. One by one, one inner critic at a time, tension by tension- pearl by pearl. I trusted I’m onto something, as I remembered a person once told me: In order to find the light source, you have to start with the shadows.

Here is the cut message translated. Anna. Beginnings are transitions, slow turnings. For now you are in both worlds, timed and timeless, finite and infinite. Quietude and presence come over time, with practice and attention. Just like the pearls are created through irritation, and just like the moon- you are going through many phases. Through the dark and the light and everything in between, towards the lightness of being- heartbeat by heartbeat.

To have wings is simply, to be soft. To bravely keep choosing love- that force of vulnerability. Winged feels like a breeze yet fights like a hurricane. Winged is to be the one that rather feels too much, loves too much, and would rather forgive too often than not enough. Winged is to rather grow wise slowly with endurance than give up and grow bitter or numb. To rather aim too high knowing you tried, than shoot low and be praised for settling.

Terra Incognita is about expanding the horizon in the four square walls of our own chest. I believe life is not to be measured by what holds us captive but what sets us free. I believe we are worth healing. Not because of anything we have or haven’t done. We are worth it because we are woven together. Stich by stich. Detail by detail. We have the ability to think and feel and choose and love and believe. To live with intention. To soak in both sunlight and rain.

And so this piece is about choosing to find the edges, those tender places, and take your body back home. To stare fear in the eye as if it doesn’t own an inch of my skin and pausing in the somatics. Pausing and softening. Softening until I slip through my own constraints and create a new rhythm. An endless cycle of coming back home in my own skin and taking it forth. Listening to the heartbeat, stretching arms around the sorrow and forgiving myself for not trying “hard enough.”

I bet that love comes through. I bet that we can make love fashionable in places where it’s been forgotten. Making love to conversations that bring us closer to knowing ourselves and closer to believing in something much bigger than the four square walls of our own chest.

-Did you feel that ? That flutter in your chest that we call breath. It was as if a fresh start. Ah, there it is again, a new beginning!

Once you deeply feel your own essence, you know that every broken part of you is art. And a message. And a gift. And a planted seed. I believe that's how bursting, love-filled, we are.

To melt, to travel, to soften. Soften and mollify until there is a see through. The human capacity to reach arms around the hurt and hug it "away." "Away" yet here, now, exactly as you perfectly are.

I believe to melt is to become a soft light in a harsh world. I believe in more curiosity and less anxiety. If grief is love in a heavy coat, I want to hear how lovingly heavy it feels. I want doors that swing wide open and patience for the ones that don't. To melt, is to allow. Sometimes we meet people for the first time, and already know by the tenderness in their eyes that we can tell them anything. Beings of soft light, in a harsh world.

Farewell old me. If someone asks for the one that cannot see beyond the thick of the past, tell them I’m no longer here.