"The Wild That Stayed

Some mornings he came close, almost close enough to touch. Other days he'd disappear for hours, even days, before returning with burrs in his fur or mud on his paws. I never tried to leash him, never built a fence. He was never mine. Mishka was still wild, after all. It was a miracle he stayed.

Slowly, I stopped looking over my shoulder. The fear dulled, replaced by something else — not quite trust, but understanding. One day, I came home to find a long streak of mud on my living room carpet. Mishka made himself comfortable at the end of it, near my new sofa.

"I see someone is marking his territory," I said, half-terrified and half-amused that he came inside. Mishka got up, brushing against my hip but still not letting me pet him, shaking my hand off his head, and went back into the woods.

He was wild, of course. But not dangerous. Mishka was something I couldn’t leave behind. I just needed to learn how to live with him peacefully.

Author's note: This is a write-up of a dream I had last night. Here's the ChatGPT interpretation of it,

You’re in the midst of a personal transformation. Something wild and powerful has emerged — an instinct, desire, or part of yourself you didn’t expect to handle. Though you’ve tried to delegate or escape it, the real work is learning to coexist with it. By the end of your journey, it becomes part of your new life — not as a threat, but as a companion.

Dreams are amazing, aren't they? Thanks for dreaming with my

Some mornings he came close, almost close enough to touch. Other days he'd disappear for hours, even days, before returning with burrs in his fur or mud on his paws. I never tried to leash him, never built a fence. He was never mine. Mishka was still wild, after all. It was a miracle he stayed.

Slowly, I stopped looking over my shoulder. The fear dulled, replaced by something else — not quite trust, but understanding. One day, I came home to find a long streak of mud on my living room carpet. Mishka made himself comfortable at the end of it, near my new sofa.

"I see someone is marking his territory," I said, half-terrified and half-amused that he came inside. Mishka got up, brushing against my hip but still not letting me pet him, shaking my hand off his head, and went back into the woods.

He was wild, of course. But not dangerous. Mishka was something I couldn’t leave behind. I just needed to learn how to live with him peacefully.

Author's note: This is a write-up of a dream I had last night. Here's the ChatGPT interpretation of it,

You’re in the midst of a personal transformation. Something wild and powerful has emerged — an instinct, desire, or part of yourself you didn’t expect to handle. Though you’ve tried to delegate or escape it, the real work is learning to coexist with it. By the end of your journey, it becomes part of your new life — not as a threat, but as a companion.

Dreams are amazing, aren't they? Thanks for dreaming wi me

Some mornings he came close, almost close enough to touch. Other days he'd disappear for hours, even days, before returning with burrs in his fur or mud on his paws. I never tried to leash him, never built a fence. He was never mine. Mishka was still wild, after all. It was a miracle he stayed.

Slowly, I stopped looking over my shoulder. The fear dulled, replaced by something else — not quite trust, but understanding. One day, I came home to find a long streak of mud on my living room carpet. Mishka made himself comfortable at the end of it, near my new sofa.

"I see someone is marking his territory," I said, half-terrified and half-amused that he came inside. Mishka got up, brushing against my hip but still not letting me pet him, shaking my hand off his head, and went back into the woods.

He was wild, of course. But not dangerous. Mishka was something I couldn’t leave behind. I just needed to learn how to live with him peacefully.

Author's note: This is a write-up of a dream I had last night. Here's the ChatGPT interpretation of it,

You’re in the midst of a personal transformation. Something wild and powerful has emerged — an instinct, desire, or part of yourself you didn’t expect to handle. Though you’ve tried to delegate or escape it, the real work is learning to coexist with it. By the end of your journey, it becomes part of your new life — not as a threat, but as a companion.

Dreams are amazing, aren't they? Thanks for dreaming with me!