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Woman, you are wild.
Meant to roam this world with freedom and strength, but somewhere along the way they muzzled you, didn’t they oh woman of the wilderness?
You’ve sat in this gilded cage for so long that you’ve started calling it home, forgetting that you ever knew any other way to live.
But the wild calls you doesn’t it?
The wild spaces within and those without – the raging depths of your soul and the the wind-swept wilderness of Mother Earth. Where the wild things are; that’s truly home
And yet in one fell swoop you have forgotten how to live with the wild, to cope without. Is it any wonder that people cannot fathom your depths, when you refuse to be fully seen? Can you understand that your fear of the wild places on the planet reflect the fear you have of your wild places within?
You were born wild, we all were.
Before society wrapped us up in the glamourous robes of civilisation, we were wild. Before the concrete and the constant schedules, before the invention of time by which to determine our worth, we knew how to live in Her wild self. We embraced our inner wilderness because we understood Gaia, and we embraced the jungles, the tundras, the deserts and the mountain tops because we trusted she would keep us safe.
The Beautiful Ones
They called them the beautiful ones. The rats who preened and prettied themselves. When population exploded and space became cramped, the beautiful one became so caught up in their own beauty that they forgot how to function. While the world around them crumbled to chaos, they chose superficial beauty as the remedy. They opted for shallow instead of depth – becasue, after all, what was the point in anything else? They forgot their power, and you have too.
You are woman
Made of starlight and crafted amongst the firey miracle of life. The wheel of time turns for you too, lunar child
You were birthed by generations of women before you, who have fought for your very existence. And you dare to forget the strength they gifted you?
You were raised by women who lived life powerfully, their deep laughter lines telling tales of a life spent in joyous community.
Armies have been raised, wars have been fought for you to be here today.
And yet you waste the time you were given in this life? Your attention drawn elsewhere, because you were told you are too much for others to hold? Do you truly believe you are too hot to handle? Have you not heard the tales of the women who came before you?
You child, are made of the same stuff as the very moon. She who turns her luminous face towards us and pays us to heed her. She does not shy from her pure beauty, her true nature and rhythmic ways. She lets others ebb and flow around her. She does not beg to be worshipped, she offers truths and temerity to those who see her as she truly is.
You are beautiful as you are, child. Whoever made you believe otherwise?
You are strong just as you are woman. You are strong, because you are woman. You are only too much for those who were never meant to handle your heat… yet they still admire your flames from afar.
Honour the spark you were given
Tend to it until your spirit alights in glorious bonfire, towering in naked elemental truth on the path you chose. Nature has not made you too much, she has made you worthy of these gifts.
You were not condemned to this life. You chose it, and the lessons you will learn. You are co-creating the woman you were always born to be with the Goddess herself.
Step into your power. Heed the call of your wild, untamed nature.
For you, Goddess, are worthy of it all.
We are Wild Woman. Hear us roar.
Jenni 🌀