finding wilder

and just like that i opened my eyes different one day to see a world that I had been living drift and fade into a darkness that no longer belonged to me my eye-lids blinked to see it again to witness if I was really seeing what my eyes took in and I knew with each blink that I had awoken to a world where I was no longer living in fear of who I was i no longer was exhausting myself spinning myself...

The angels told her stories that she wasn’t sure the world  would understand The trees wrote her novels She wasn’t sure the world was ready to read The rivers harmonized with her,  jotting down lyrics to songs  she wasn’t sure the world was ready to sing And so, she’d keep them to herself,  knowing with all of her being  that the world needed to be a part of the books,&nbs...

it took nine days to write her first book it took nine days and nine cups of black coffee one rainy day the rest full of sun a few clouds two different cafes an hour apart she drove back and forth living different lives over the bumps of the road imagining a future life and past forgetting to be there sometimes here, and now it was in those nine days that her heart and the sky merged into a metamo...

what if we had ONE day, a “holiday”, that we took as seriously as New Year’s Eve or Black Friday, Chinese new year or Christmas or Valentine’s Day, Yom Kippur or veteran’s day? What if we had a holiday where we all got off the internet? Turned off our social media apps, maybe even put our phones and computers away in drawers. What if for 24 hours the entire world got on board with being present, h...

When the ego slims down, the heart expands and it becomes a natural process of sharing experience based on nothing but the moment, and the aftermath of success or failure becomes unimportant, unnecessary, not a thought. Simple presence is not thinking. Simple presence is, simple, it simply—is. find more poetry, photography and info on working with Micayla Jean 1:1 at micaylajean.com 

some words from a year off of IG.  It’s been one year off of IG and here is what I have to say: Be Breathe Laugh Sing Swim Dance Drink coffee slow on rainy days Get the puppy Go one the date End the relationship Start it again Say bye again Take the class Sign up for a new course Swim in the rain Swim as the sun is rising Swim as the sun is setting Walk the beach in the rain Walk the beach in...

You are tiny But huge Amazing And insignificant A healer And teacher A cohort And an outlier You are tiny But huge A miracle worker And a miracle seeker A worker And a keeper A conduit And a receiver You are tiny But huge Accomplished And attentive Successful And striving Living And thriving You are tiny But huge Meant for greatness Settling for smallness A seer And a doer A healer And a server Yo...

https://www.micaylajean.com/blog/2022/10/3/11-books-i-read-over-the-summer if my bones never got stiff from sitting cross legged if my hips never tightened from not drinking water if my heart didn’t race from too much caffeine I’d sit here all day hot cup of coffee a book a pen writing all day all day long, I’d sit here slow remember and write connect and create breathe smile I’d be on cloud nine...

"I've found that one of my greatest practices in this lifetime is to bring myself back to this feeling of pure love, as often as I can, to continue that practice, to live as a channel, a vessel, of love, as often as I can. Because it feels so good. When I'm in that gentle, calm, peaceful space of love I feel no need to prove myself to others, to over explain myself, I feel no need to fight for why...

I’d been lost trying to figure out who to be for the world What I could do Who I could become What I could create What I could share So that the world was gaining something So that I was making a change But my trying became an emotional battle against what the world needed Something I had been neglecting The more I tried to be something I thought the world needed The more I abandoned myself The mo...

Sometimes I could pretend to dance among the stars Dive deep underwater and swim with the creatures in the depths of the sea Sometimes I could pretend to fly with the bees Hold my own hipping and hopping through the meadows with bunnies and know that I made sense there I could create a story where I was a chameleon, ever-changing Ever embodying new skin To blend in to wherever I’d go To feel safe...

"my hope is to support you in coming home to the here and now, to support you in cleansing and releasing what is no longer serving at this time. time to renew" find more poetry, photography and information on working one on one with Micayla Jean as an intuitive mentor at micaylajean.com :)

As a young girl my voice was raspy and deep. Over the last few years I dislocated my pharynx twice. Releasing shame around using my voice, letting go of fear and coming into a space of deeply trusting and using my own voice has been life changing.  Poem of the week: It was in a deep exhale where she could sometimes let go a little more Always, a little more It was in the expansion of her bell...

There was a moment when I stopped caring what the world thought of my “faults” I shed the layers that felt sticky with insecurities I laid down the novels of tamed perfectionism that rattled my weary bones at night I said no more I shook off the cob webs of desire for being something I was not I nodded my head in forgiveness for the times I’d abandoned the girl inside of me, desperate to break fre...

nothing is real. everything is real. I know nothing. I know everything.  find poetry, info on spiritual and intuitive mentor sessions and wedding photography at micaylajean.com :)

a birthday message, from my surrendered self, to you--in faith and love.  find more at micaylajean.com :) thanks for being here! 

On the wildness of who we are and what we can do when we reconnect with the part of us that's two years old.  On remembering I love every single human. Find more poetry, photography, information on a spiritual mentorship with micayla jean at www.micaylajean.com :)

as you may know I’ve been off instagram for the last year (almost 300 days so far). I’ve shared a bit about this medicine on my podcast finding wilder. my latest and deepest and steadiest call has been to also release Facebook. There’s a whole beauuuutiful f***ing world to explore. nature. water. the sun rising. the moon sitting above the trees in the blue sky—in the deep black sky. there are stra...

Written in 2016: Two years ago I made my year goal to live my life like a rock and a feather; to be floating and free yet simultaneously stay grounded in who I was and wanted to be as a person. I've grown in ways I don't even know how to explain since then, and this year I feel more thankful than I can even say. I'm thankful for the people in my life, the love, support and motivation emulated by o...

I almost always felt this indescribable discomfort for being a human. It was like I had a body but I wasn’t always in it. I was above it. Or below it. Outside of it. It was like the world was happening inside of a snow globe and I could see it all happening, feel it all happening, but I was outside of the snow globe watching everything happen with a bird’s eye view, constantly trying to tap on the...

The thing I miss most about instagram is sharing something vulnerable in hopes of connecting with at least one person and creating a moment in time where somebody somewhere remembers that they are not alone. . The angels told her stories that she wasn’t sure the world would understand The trees wrote her novels She wasn’t sure the world was ready to read The rivers harmonized with her, jotting dow...

To Do What You Love Its tough, she thought. To do what you love. To create a life. By doing what you love. The fear of descending. And leaving the norm. To quit what is realistic. And do what you love. Its tough, she thought. To do what you love. To move so holistically. By doing what you love. The absence of support. And encouragement of doubt. To move from the comfort. And do what you love. Its...

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inspired by my poem , without you on my lips: It was in a deep exhale where she could sometimes let go a little more Always, a little more It was in the expansion of her belly breath where she felt his love dance inside of her And it was when she breathed out that she knew she had to watch him dance out of her, fluidly with the release of air moving through pursed pink lips He couldn’t stay living...

finding wilder is a safe space to feel intuitively, listen compassionately and live joyfully in the here and now while consciously connecting to the world with open eyes, ears and hearts. we were born to live in love--to connect beyond our differences, and remember we are one. find more about Micayla Jean, her poetry, photography and spiritual mentorships at micaylajean.com :)