Your wildest inspiration? 

Nature itself and the animals in it. The wild harmony between all the creatures, constantly balancing between "eating and being eaten", adapting to the trials of mother nature and maintaining an unfailing elegance and inner strength.

 

Do you have any rituals? In relation to nature, yourself, those around you?

In the morning and in the evening, I go around all my plants in peace and quiet. I'll see how they do. I light a candle in the evening. Every time I drive/walk in Prague around the Vltava in the lower castle, I stop at the beauty of the view. I stop and let my thoughts flow.

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What is your favourite song and what does it bring to your mind, where does it take you, what do you like about it?

If I had to choose the one that stays on the high bar for the longest time, then "Where No One Goes - John Powell" - a song from the movie How to train your dragon 2. It touches me and lifts my spirits at the same time. It allows me to spread my wings and believe that if I want to, I too can fly.

Of real songs and not soundtracks it would be Suddenly I see - KT Tunstall. When I'm chilling out before an evening's entertainment, it can't be missing in the background. It awakens my inner wild and sensual woman.
But I would also like to mention one tiny song. She met me once in a random playlist and already stayed with me. It touches the most delicate inner corners. It makes me calm and meditative with a smile. She is gentle and naive like a child. Takes me back to Iceland. Not because I knew it back then and it played in my ears while I was traveling around the local moss. Just because its swinging playful tones match the local vast landscape. It dances like the local ubiquitous waterfalls and is soft and supple like moss.

 

Your greatest wild moment in life?

The aforementioned Iceland. It was my first big trip abroad - and I went alone. Without a plan. I just bought the tickets, studied the equipment and what to watch out for and went. On the very first day on the spot, the bus missed me and there was no way to get to the dream peninsula that I wanted to cross. So I walked, hitchhiked, and somehow he got there. Although I went in October, when a meter of snow can already fall here, most of the time I was greeted by sunshine. Nighttime temperatures dropping to zero with 90% humidity were a bit wilder. Just like the omnipresent wind. But the absence of people. I walked, carried everything on my back and slept in a tent. Solitude healed me then. I came back a new person. And surprisingly, mom didn't have a heart attack, I was only 21.

 

When it comes to reading, what book do you recommend for travelling?

If a person wants to travel with a traveler, then any book by Ladislav Zibura. But my dream book would be The Lady with the Camellias, my favorite book.

 

Where and when do you feel the most wild and free? Or, what do you do to feel that way?

When I camp in nature. When I skate. When we go wake surfing and I just sit on the bow and let the breeze blow through my hair. When I'm running in the woods and I find a really wild overgrown spot and run full speed. I stumble, I skip, I struggle, I almost fall, but it doesn't matter - I try my best to keep running. As if an animal was hunting me. Here I swing like Tarzan thanks to a low branch, here I jump over a stump, here I slide on wet leaves. It infuses me with life energy.

 

Where are you getting ready to go right now? Are you coming up with any travel plans at the moment?

The wilderness has receded a bit now. There will be a lot of travel, but now I'm nesting at home. Wilderness can be found in every piece of greenery and in the surroundings.

 

What occurs to you most often in your wild thoughts?

"Whatever happens, the wind will be still blowing." I notice the wind. I watch him, I feel him on my skin, I watch how he shakes the crowns of the trees. This sentence always reassured me - it showed me my own insignificance compared to the Earth or the universe. Even when I was struggling with something, the wind always reminded me that no matter what happens, tomorrow it will blow again. (However, in one of the sadder periods of my life, this sentence rather caused me sadness. It reminded me how indifferent and unimportant I can be to the wind and not only the wind.)

 

What is your wild joy, your passion and leisure moment?

Walking in the forest in the rain. It fills me with peace and joy. It's not too wild, I know :)
Maybe coffee. Discovering new varieties, farmers, tastes. Surfskating on the flat and in the bowl absolutely.

 

When or where do you feel a WILD CONNECTION – a connection with nature?

When I find a tiny piece of nature, maybe just a pool or a tree stump, or just one small piece of moss. It seems to me that most of us are still looking for amazing and spectacular places to travel and planning hundreds of kilometers of routes to see as much as possible. But it seems to me that I can spend my whole life observing just one moss or tree stump and discover in it the power of nature and beauty comparable to the whole Earth. I regret the fast trips. At such a distance, there is no time to examine the details. Spectacular mountains and waterfalls and photogenic places are nice. But I'm not happy. I'm happy to find a tiny secluded waterfall that no one knows about. Sit with him and just perceive him. A lifetime would not be enough for me to perceive everything beautiful and wild in it..

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Food that is good for your body and soul?

Banana with white yogurt. Czech bread and butter. And potatoes with cottage cheese.

 

Your wild dream or wish. It doesn’t matter whether it’s realistic or simply impossible. Maybe it will happen!Fly. At least with the help of a kite, parachute or paraglider. But if it came out even without it - that would be something.

 

Your WLDWLK selection? 

Simply short Hoodie , CALI jumpsuit and GYPSY shirt!