“Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing. Her name is Wild Woman, but she is an endangered species. Though the gifts of the wildish nature come to us at birth, society’s attempt to “civilize” us into rigid roles has plundered this treasure, and muffled the deep, life-giving messages of our own souls. Without Wild Woman, we become over-domesticated, fearful, uncreative, trapped.”
-Clarissa Pinkola Estes (via TheGypsyPriestess)
“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D (Women Who Run With the Wolves)
“An Awakening Woman is a spiritual rebellion engaged in a glowing and embodied, nothing-held-back love affair with the great mystery. She moves in the world with fierce compassion, grace and freedom, and is passionate about truth, rest and real love. She is fluent in angelic, diva and in Kali roars. Earth is home and so is infinity.”
–Chameli Ardagh, Awakening Women Institute
“We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
― Henry David Thoreau
And, then some fiery thoughts as well:
“Hold onto your dream, though it may burn you.
It is the Fire of the Initiate.
Hold onto your Vision, though it may shatter your core and
the earth may tremble with the anticipation of your blossoming.
Hold true to your Heart, though you may crack and bleed.
It is a moon blood cleansing, a womb making space
For a tiny spark, to burst
Into even brighter flame.”
by Lisa Buell, JourneyDance Facilitator
Come into the fire, come in,
come in, dance in the flames of the festival
of the strongest sun at the mountain top
of the year when the wheel starts down.
Dance through me as I through you.
Here in the heart of fire in the caves
of the ancient body we are aligned.
Our cells are burning
each a little furnace powered by the sun
and the moon pulls the sea of our blood.
This night the sun and moon dance
and you and I dance in the fire of which
we are the logs, the matches and the flames.
Marge Piercy, from “Shadows of the Burning; The Lunar Cycle”
“She walks not away from the fire…but toward it…because not only can she handle the HEAT…she contains it…and her fire wills forth the work that is meant to be in the world…” ~Anni Daulter, Sacred Pregnancy
Prior Wild Woman post.