Everyone needs a go-to, cozy sweatshirt to curl up in, so go for one that's soft, smooth, and stylish. It's also perfect for cooler evenings!
• 50% cotton/50% polyester
• Reduced pilling and softer air-jet spun yarn
• Double-lined hood
• 1x1 athletic rib knit cuffs and waistband with spandex
• Double-needle stitching throughout
• Front pouch pocket
While I was in captivity I was secretly aware of a wildness within me.
I wouldn't dare share it.
Of course it was mostly theory without practice. At this point.
I dreamed of it.
I hid it.
I sheltered it.
I nursed it.
Others couldn't see it. If they did I would have been corrected. Or it would have been exorcised.
So I hid my wildness like a wolf hides in the wide open.
Camouflaged by my domesticity.
I heard the wolves in my sleep. Like long threads their howls stretched across the moonlit night and laced themselves around my heart. It was only a matter of time when they would pull me with them into the wild.
I've heard it said that you can take a wolf out of the wild
but you can never take the wild out of the wolf.
This is me. No matter how domestic I behave, I am wild like a wolf! You cannot take this from me.
It was a kind of revelation to discover that it doesn't matter how large my heart is. It had been so trained and tamed over the years that it felt too small to contain the wilderness I dreamed of. My heart had become constricted under the pressure of conformity to life's demands and the expectations of others.
But the truth is that my heart is a portal.
It's a door into the expansive wilderness that awaits me.
It's size doesn't matter.
All I had to do was walk through it.
To the dismay of those who witnessed it.
I ran with the wolves.