04/01/2026
🌿 Instinct is not unethical 🌿
Not all knowing is certified, mine was earnt in the wild....
I grew up believing that wisdom lived in the land. That you could learn more from watching a dog than reading a book.
That kindness mattered more than credentials, and that the way someone moved through the world said more than any title ever could.
I believed in the quiet teachers the ones with muddy boots, pawprints, weathered hands, and stories and scars etched into their skin.
I believed that learning was lived, not measured. That presence was power. And that the wild had more to teach us than any institution ever would.
But.... there was a time I let judgment shape me. I was told to tone it down, follow the rules, stay inside the lines.
So I did. I performed. I pleased. I tried to fit into a world built on boundaries, checklists, what needed to be achieved to get behavioral approval not just in my own life but in the dog world too.
Yes.. I know there are times where certain things need to be done but alot of things still never made sense to me.
But in doing so, I stepped away from what was real. Now, I choose instinct over instruction. I choose presence over performance. I no longer ask permission to be who I am. To listen, to sense to be present, to watch and to fully understand.
I’ve walked with the wild.
And I’ve seen how far we’ve strayed.
We’ve built systems that reward performance over presence.
We’ve made care, connection, wisdom and knowledge conditional on credentials.
But the wild doesn’t care about that.
It cares about your energy.
Your intention.
Your ability to see what’s really in front of you.
To care, be present, understand to protect and not be perfect.
Dogs taught me the language beneath language.
They taught me to read the world through scent, through energy and body language.
They never needed a certificate to know who to trust.
They taught me that presence is the highest form of intelligence and that true connection doesn’t need to be proven, only felt.
Lions taught me about power that protects.
Not dominance, but devotion.
The lioness doesn’t roar to be seen she watches, she waits, she leads through loyalty.
The pride survives because of her rhythm, her restraint, her fierce grace.
They reminded me that leadership isn’t loud it’s rooted.
Elephants taught me about legacy.
They return to the bones of their ancestors, not to grieve but to remember.
They carry memory in their muscles, wisdom in their walk.
Passing down knowledge through the herd with ancient memory.
Birds taught me to trust the unseen.
They don’t need maps.
To follow and feel the seasons
How to move and when to settle.
And me?
I’ve learned more from muddy pawprints and the silence of being in an animals presence than from any classroom.
More from being judged than from being praised.
More from walking my own path than from trying to fit into someone else’s.
To sitting under a sacred tree and imagine the stories it can tell and what it has seen.
Because not all wisdom wears a badge.
Not all skill is stamped.
That you can all make an impact with the uniqueness we all carry.
But every step we take leaves a mark.
Every choice, a footprint.
And those tracks?
They teach.
They guide.
They echo.
🌿 Connection is the curriculum.
🌿 Presence is the practice.
🌿 And the wild is still whispering if we’re brave enough to listen.
For those who learn by living.
For those who carry wisdom in their bones, not just on paper.
I walk to leave behind a trail of truth, not approval. I hope you will all share this journey with me. 🐾👣
