What I didn’t write about in that last blogpost was the man whose image was all over that page.
In 2005, I chose to fall in love with a once illegal immigrant who spent days crossing over that southern border when he was just a teenaged boy and didn’t really speak any English. Forced to hustle for pesos at a young age, he knew how to make his way here in the ‘land of the free,’ where he eagerly embraced a lifestyle of salsa dancing, backpacking in the mountains, climbing Mt. Whitney, and more, while he built and ran his own businesses.
His wild soul mirrored my own. On camping trips to our nearest natural hot springs, he would strip down to just a men’s bikini brief and run ahead on the trail, where he would frequently belt out animal calls, like the howl of a wolf, to let me know that he was nearby, and safe.
He also taught me that intuition isn’t something that only women are good at having and using. Intuition comes from our connection with the Earth.
It is this Wild Masculine
that is greatly endangered on planet Earth.