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Remembering The Wild Woman

When you wake up the wild woman

She can feel scary

You realise how she has a ruthless side

Because her intuition is so strong

She knows herself so well

She has a fierce power

She is strong with her boundaries

If something doesn’t feel right

She will come out with an earth shaking NO

Her body, mind and spirit is her property

The property of the divine

Her divinity she must obey

She has every right to who she is

She is a slave to no one

She only follows the instructions written through every cell inside of her

Instructions that were there from birth

Instructions that we have been taught to be blind to

Even to be ashamed of if we happen to come across them

These instructions are everywhere

The wild woman realises nature is sacred

That her body is nature

Neither are separate

So nature is not to be messed with

To be dumbed down and conquered

For if you try defeat nature

Instead of listening to its whispers

You will never win

The Earth is the wild woman’s temple

What an honour it is to be alive here!

And what an honour it is be in this vessel

She feels her sensuality flowing through her body

Every limb, every muscle, every bone

Coming alive as her female essence does an ecstatic dance

Expressing her unique signature through movement

The beat of the Earth working through her

Her senses woken up

As she remembers who she is

She can feel herself in every cell in her body

Her spirit raw and real

Free of censorship

Without any projections or expectations

Claiming herself back

Where she may have given her power away

Her heart aches as she realises how she had forgotten

But she is here now in this moment

In her full wild divinity


Painting created by Kate Alexandra Priestley

Available in store: The Wild Feminine

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