Today the full moon coincides with valentines day and presents a synchronistic opportunity to celebrate the wild, curious, intuitive love of the wild woman archetype.
Today I honor all the wild women in my life—those who guide me through the practice each day and in doing so have helped me find my soul, others who I have only met eyes with while passing on the street in a curious unspoken exchange of mutual reverence, my mother who for as long as I can remember has danced around the house with reckless abandon teaching me at a very young age what it means to be free, our sisters around the world, the Malala Yousafzais’ and Ellen Johnson Sirleafs’ who give us strength and courage, and remind us of the beauty of our own dreams.
Today I am headed up the coast to San Simeon for a night of camping under the full moon. I will bring my copy of Women Who Run With the Wolves and will let the words drip like honey over my soul, each sentence cracking open an innate space within—a space that has always been there, but that’s just now getting tapped into. We all are wild women, we all carry the magic, and we each need to support one another in tapping into the wild woman within so that this wild, curious, intuitive love can thrive.
“Wildlife and the Wild Woman are both endangered species.
Over time, we have seen the feminine instinctive nature looted, driven back, and overbuilt. For long periods it has been mismanaged like the wildlife and the wildlands. For several thousand years, as soon and as often as we turn our backs, it is relegated to the poorest land in the psyche. The spiritual lands of the Wild Woman have, throughout history, been plundered or burnt, dens bulldozed, and natural cycles forced into unnatural rhythms to please others.
It’s not by accident that the pristine wilderness of our planet disappears as the understanding of our own inner wild natures fades. It is not so difficult to comprehend why old forests and old women are viewed as not very important resources. It is not such a mystery. It is not so coincidental that wolves and coyotes, bears and wildish women have similar reputations. They all share related instinctual archetypes, and as such, both are erroneously reputed to be ingracious, wholly and innately dangerous, and ravenous.
So what is the Wild Woman? From the viewpoint of archetypal psychology as well as from the storytelling tradition, she is the female soul. Yet she is more; she is the source of the feminine. She is all that is of instinct, of the worlds both seen and hidden—she is the basis. We each receive from her a glowing cell which contains all the instincts and knowings for our lives.
She is the Life/Death/Life force, she is the incubator. She is intuition, she is far-seer, she is deep listener, she is loyal heart. She encourages humans to remain multilingual; fluent in the languages of dreams, passion, and poetry. She whispers from night dreams, she leaves behind on the terrain of a woman’s soul a coarse hair and muddy footprints. These fill women with longing to find her, free her, and love her.
She is ideas, feelings urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time…
“She is the one who thunders after injustice. She is the one who turns like a great wheel. She is the maker of cycles. She is the one we leave home to look for. She is the one we come home to. She is the mucky root of all women. She is the things that keep us going when we think we’re done for. She is the incubator of raw little ideas and deals. She is the mind which thinks us, we are the thoughts she thinks.”
She is the one who thunders after injustice. She is the one who turns like a great wheel. She is the maker of cycles. She is the one we leave home to look for. She is the one we come home to. She is the mucky root of all women. She is the things that keep us going when we think we’re done for. She is the incubator of raw little ideas and deals. She is the mind which thinks us, we are the thoughts she thinks.”
The Wild Woman’s insight on relationships:
“Having a lover/friend who regards you a living growing criatura, just as much as the tree from the ground, or a ficus in the house, or a rose garden out in the side yard…having a lover and friends who look at you as a true living breathing entity, one that is human but made of very fine and moist and magical things as well…a lover and friends who support the criatura in you…these are the people you are looking for. They will be the friends of your soul for life. Mindful choosing of friends and lovers, not to mention teachers is critical to remaining conscious, remaining intuitive, remaining in charge of the fiery light that sees and knows.”
From Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes