To be a wild woman is to live to the edge of one’s being, entirely consumed by it, pulsing with the universe.
It is to articulate and express what manifests itself within one’s soul.
For women to live without her, the wild woman, is to be:
without ears to hear her soul talk or to register the chiming of their own inner rhythms. Without her, women’s inner eyes are closed by some shadowy hand, and large parts of their days are spent in a self-paralyzing ennui or else wishful thinking.
– Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves
It is to this wild woman that I need to connect.