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Softness Grew Here: A Mirror in the Grass

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This morning, I saw the tiniest baby bunny on my front lawn..
still, soft, and slow, just nibbling grass like the whole world was safe.
And I knew it was a sign.

Earlier this week, I found two baby birds that had passed.
And now… this.
This living thing.
This soft, wild thing.
This mirror of me.

Because I know nothing is a coincidence.
The world reveals itself as a reflection,
a quiet unveiling of the journey I’ve been walking inside.

Those birds felt like parts of me being put to rest…
old versions, beliefs, identities that no longer belong.
And today, this bunny emerged.
As if to say:
Look what’s here now.
Look what softness has grown in their place.

Because just like that bunny, I am:

Tender but alert.
Delicate, but fast and wise.
Yes, soft… but untamed.
Drawn to stillness.
Drawn to the field.
Close to the earth.
Close to the heart.

I’m at the beginning of this next sacred chapter,
no longer hiding in the brush,
but hopping through the front lawn while the world watches.

It was like looking at my own internal process:
the evolution from who I was
into who I’m meant to be.
A soul in full bloom.
A woman led by wonder,
grounded in now.

I’m not clinging to the past.
I’m not rushing the future.
I’m simply standing, soft and steady…
in the middle of a life that’s finally mine.

By Heather Dyan Morgan

If this resonated with you, you’ll likely love my podcast. It’s where I share the raw, the real, and the wild mess that led me home to myself.

Listen to Wandering the Wild Mess wherever you get your podcasts. Apple, Spotify, & YouTube

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● About Me

I’m Heather Dyan Morgan, a writer, speaker, and podcast host who left behind everything I knew to start over from scratch.
Literally the definition of wandering the wild mess.

Born and raised in Utah (yes, I grew up Mormon), I walked away from the only life I had ever known—including a good man who simply wasn’t meant for me, and moved to Tennessee with no friends, no family, and no place to call home. I had spent over a decade climbing the corporate ladder, and one day I simply told my boss: “I’m moving. Keep me or don’t.”

A little wild? Maybe. But I’ve always felt like a caged bird waiting to be free.
And once I finally jumped, there was no turning back.

Those early months, bouncing between Airbnbs, navigating heartbreak, identity shifts, and deep solitude, were more than a leap. They were a rebirth.
And somehow, they became the beginning of everything.

Now I share my journey through my podcast (Wandering the Wild Mess), I’m working on an aligned project of digital healing guides, and continue to pour into the written word—because storytelling has always been my way of making sense of the chaos and helping others feel less alone in theirs.

I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and asking deep questions since I could form a sentence. I’m endlessly curious about the human experience—how we think, feel, and move through this world. I believe we don’t fail; we just evolve.

I’m here to remind you that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. You’re allowed to grow, grieve, start over, and still be wildly worthy of love and joy.

I enjoy deep conversations, acoustic music, mountain views, and campfire moments that make you feel something. And I believe that if you’re reading this, you’re here for a reason.

Thanks for being part of my wild mess. Let’s wander it together.

And in case no one told you today—you matter

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