Your Wild Yes: Amanda Fall
This feature was previously published in The Phoenix Soul digital magazine, issue: Sacred Voice. It was part of a series called The Holy Here, exploring moments of unexpected grace found right in the middle of messy life. —Amanda Fall (creator & editor of The Phoenix Soul, and author of this piece)
Words beat against my teeth. I cannot speak. I cannot speak. Ache rises from my gut and forms a lump in my throat; I am wordless with need. I feel small, weak, not enough to face the rising tide of world-pain. I am only one. I am only one.
Blinking against blue, I cast my gaze up into the beyond, wonder where answers wait. I don’t know. I don’t know.
Setting sun glints off bird wing, a soaring spot of strength that calms the tumble of anxiety within. The bird catches currents, glides in seemingly effortless swoops. I breathe. I breathe. The bird swirls overhead, graceful power.
Let the wind stir you awake, I hear. Let the wind brush away your cobwebs of the mind, rustle you back to your wild yes. Listen beneath your rage, your grief, your ache (though these are also necessary): listen beneath, beneath, beneath to the beat of your own heart. She is stronger than you know. She is true. You are one but you are also many. Listen. Listen.
L i s t e n.
Here’s how the original feature appeared in The Phoenix Soul: Sacred Voice.
