Anatomy of a Wild Woman
who is the wild woman?
Who is the wild woman and what is she made of?
Let us start off by stating what a wild woman is not.
She is not uncivilized as the name might suggest.
The wild woman is in fact, more civilized than most; as she is deeply connected to her origins, her wildish nature, her truth - which has been buried and hidden away from many.
The wild woman is no longer bound by the lies that she has told herself nor is she bound by the programming sold by society.
She can explore many different options and many different paths if she chooses to. The wild woman can live life in a beautiful, messy sort of way and doesn't have to fit a specific mold. She knows she can create her own path and scoffs at the one others make for her.
The wild woman stands back with grace to bear witness. She learns from others without compromising her own authenticity.
A wild woman can look beyond domestication - even her own domestication
and look at it with soft eyes, compassionate eyes, to know that she has done the best that she could possibly do with the resources and the tools that she had coming into this life, encountering the experiences that she had, with the people that presented them. She uses gut as intellect, her laughter is decadent and she is ripe with fun and folly.
The Wild Woman digs deep into all of the stories to slowly unravel them so that she can see the bigger design that she is a part of. She knows the price of leaving those stories intact and she chooses to be free of them.
She is un-tethered, unbound.
She is a lover, shaman, mystic, maiden, midwife of birth and death, weaver of dreams, adorned with sovereign radiance and has hands that heal. She is - the Keeper of ancestral wisdom.
Infused with a personal liberation, the Wild Woman dances her erotic dance and sings at the top of her lungs; not giving a damn about what anyone has to say about it. She acknowledges when she has mis-stepped. She looks to her mistakes for the answer to the lessons that only she can decipher.
She holds space for other wild women with compassion and knows that their process is not the same as her own process and unveiling.
She knows how to love because she has had to learn the hard way. She knows that love is not a beautiful noun.
She knows that love is the creation of all things.
That love is everything. Love is action. Stillness.
Love is in every whisper and in every breath.
The Wild Woman softens to it and she bows to it. Embraces it -
even when it's difficult. And though the stories that she has told herself and that society has told her and her mother and her mother's mother's mother - she knows that love is all that really matters.