There is a path through the dark woods where the Spirit of the Wild waits, patient as moss upon stone. It calls softly, not with words but with the rustle of leaves, the snap of twigs beneath your wary steps, for even our shadows crave the kiss of moonlight. Even jealousy and envy—those thorny vines coiling tight around the heart—belong to the wild tapestry of who we are.

In the hush of tangled undergrowth, the Spirit of the Wild whispers that these emotions are not monsters to banish, but messengers bearing sacred truths. Jealousy flares when we see in another a spark of something we secretly long to claim. Envy rises when we fear we are lacking, when we forget the radiance that lives within our untamed soul. Yet both are trails deeper into the forest of self, signposts pointing us toward hidden desires, unlived dreams, unclaimed parts of our spirit.

Under the watchful eyes of the stars, the Spirit of the Wild urges us to stand bravely in these feelings, to let them speak. To ask: What do you yearn for? What gifts lie waiting behind this green-tinged ache? There is power in the questions, in facing the snarling beasts within and realizing they are only parts of us that want to be seen, loved, and freed.

Jealousy and envy are invitations to reclaim the pieces of your soul you’ve scattered out of fear or shame. They are calls to honor your deepest passions, to step fully into the life that burns brightest for you. The wild spirit within you longs to run unbridled, to howl your truths to the sky, to bloom without apology.

So walk into the forest of your own heart. Listen to your shadows. Let the Spirit of the Wild guide you home to yourself, where your true power waits, fierce and free.