… As I write it all down, my mind becomes clear, my focus sharp. I can feel the anger grow in my belly like a righteous fire. It is good anger. Holy and important.
I feel wild. I feel rage. It is cleansing. The knowing and the doing are finally aligning and become one. There is no more doubt or fear left; only pain and an overwhelming amount of trust. I feel it sprouting from my feet.
My self trust is digging its roots into my soil with hunger, I can feel it growing stronger under my skin, I feel like an animal who, once caged, is discovering where it really belongs. I can hear my heart beat in my ears and I hear the call back home. My nose can smell the BS, the danger, eyes wide open, my mind is clear, all senses sharpened. My navigation system knows where home is, where safety is.
That's the thing I trust the most now: my own self after so long, has learned how to be wild, meaning true to herself.
artwork made by me
“So, the word wild here is not used in its modern pejorative sense, meaning out of control (crazy), but in its original sense, which means to live a natural life, one in which the creature, has innate integrity and healthy boundaries. These words, wild and woman, cause women to remember who they are and what they are about. They create a metaphor to describe the force which funds all females. They personify a force that women cannot live without.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves
I can feel the fire!!! also, I am still trying to finish WWRWTW, it;s incredibly hard and powerful!
So beautiful! I will put it onto my reading list! And: I just ADORE this self portrait of yours! It’s breathtaking.