sometimes the wild woman is untamed; never shaved, covered in dirt, howling to the moon; blood adorned across her third eye and a wild hymn surrounding her aura. flowing the energy that calls to her soul; roaming where the pathway doesn’t exist; carving her own within the sacred grove. she is loud and powerful in presence; voice; action. movement is her medicine. and sometimes - the wild woman finds the freedom of the art of removing the hairs from her temple to be an act of wild holy; like the tigress who cleans her body with careful trust and intention; she finds the wisdom of the trees to be her muse; the sanctuary she creates is inspired by the temples that the ancients carved from the stones that she sits upon; her journal open and poetry pours from her soul. she communes with the unseen; her aura is her guide. her words are intentional and the presence of the loud stirs something uncomfortable within her spirit. the peace that is found within the wild is her sanctuary.
the wild woman is multidimensional. the scale is invisible to the authentic nature of the wild; the illusions fade of what a “wild woman” should look like. the judgement cast by the outer scale is a mirror; the loud wild woman is triggered by the soft natured woman who is serene and quiet; who finds the wisdom of the wild within a book as she sits within the crowd; or cozied upon the wild oak tree; groomed and curated - but little does the loud woman know; it’s for her - her wild truth; her authentic truth. and the soft woman of wild can look at the loud woman and be triggered by the woman who’s voice echoes throughout the room she walks within; carved with confidence and here to shine her light and be seen by all. grown out body hairs, hair untamed; here to take up space because she can. the two look at each other and judge - dont realizing they are carved from two sides of the same coin. lessons and wisdom; wild and free within both. because once the woman is authentic and connected with her own true nature; knows her place within the natural world; she is wild.
the wild woman is and she was never without. the wild woman can be mysterious and soft; and the wild woman can be loud and confident with her presence. do you think the lion looks at the deer and thinks it’s any less wild? so why do these boxes exist within the wild women? why do the loud women judge the soft women; and why do the soft women judge the loud woman? because they have been trained to. woven into their subconscious. but it can stop; it can heal - sacred wild woman, come around; mirrors of one another arent supposed to be carved in the same reflection. the desert, the forest, the plains; the birds, the felines, the creatures of hooves; all wild and free. just like you and just like me.
