Intrinsic Wild
“I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of syncronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence when we think we’re alone...” — Charles de Lint
A new name, a familiar voice.
Maybe I don’t need to announce a name change. Maybe I could have just typed Intrinsic Wild into the header and moved forward, no explanation necessary. But that would feel strange—because this space has meant something to me. I may not have always written consistently, or always loudly, but it has meant something still.
And I remember her—the girl I was in 2009, sitting at her desk, typing out her first blog entry, choosing a name she thought was poetic, directional, filled with possibility. East Avenue. An idea, a space, a brand, a place she was heading toward—or already in. A name she put out into the world, even if the only person rereading these entries one day was her.
And now, it’s Intrinsic Wild.
Not a rebrand, just a turning of the page. A new leaf, a new name—one that came to me quietly but insistently, the way change often does.
I thought about how we all have an intrinsic wild within us—parts of ourselves that are inherent, untamed, unchanged, unshakable. And then there’s the wild itself—the one we chase, the one we escape to, the one we are pursued by.
How these two things—what we are, and what we seek—somehow complement each other. How sometimes we are more one than the other. How sometimes one makes no logical sense, yet we listen to it anyway because that’s what life, and instinct, demands of us.
It’s strange to think of myself as two separate girls, but that’s almost what it feels like. The same me, sitting here, typing away—just one name change away.
I’ll always remember East Avenue. It was a pretty cool idea, a poetic start. And maybe, in a way, the last 11 years of chasing the sun in my metaphorical east has led me to answer the call of my wild.
Violet Trefusis said it best when she declared that flowers were her natural allies, like trees, fruit and animals—everything that grows, sways in the wind, bites and hides. She was one of them, and on their side.
I feel I am, too.