The Wild Woman

She Was Not Lost. She Was Buried.

You were not born obedient.
You were born free — clawed and laughing, luminous and fierce.
And yet, somewhere along the path, you were told to quiet down.
To be good. To sit still. To play small.
You were taught to disconnect — from your instinct, your voice, your sensuality, your knowing.

And so, like countless women before you,
you buried the wild one.

You put her in a box labeled “too much.”
You left her behind in order to survive.
But she is not gone. She is patient. She is powerful.
And she is rising.

Why She was Tamed: a Brief History of the Wild Woman's Excile

There was a time when women were the keepers of rhythm —
the midwives, herbalists, oracles, dreamers, and dancers.

They bled in sync with the moon.
They spoke the language of plants.
They sat at the bedsides of the dying.
They held the stories of the tribe.
They walked barefoot in wisdom.

They were medicine women, priestesses, wild women —
not owned, not governed, not small.

And that made them a threat.

Then Came the Fear

As patriarchal systems spread through colonization and conquest,
power over replaced relationship with.

The feminine — once honored — became something to control.

Religions began to rise that saw the body as sinful,
the Earth as fallen,

and women as either virgins or temptresses.

• The serpent — once a symbol of feminine wisdom — was demonized.

• Eve was blamed for the fall.

• The womb became a source of shame.

• Ecstatic, intuitive, embodied spirituality was called heresy.

• Women who practiced herbalism or midwifery were labeled witches.

The Burning Times

Between the 15th and 18th centuries, tens of thousands of women — many of them healers, midwives, and wild ones — were tortured and killed during the witch trials across Europe and the Americas.

They were accused not for what they did wrong, but for who they were:
Too free. Too wise. Too untamed.

This left an imprint in our collective memory — a warning:
It is not safe to be powerful.
It is not safe to be intuitive.
It is not safe to be wild.

So we silenced ourselves.
We passed down obedience as safety.
We forgot — for a while.

The Domestication of the Feminine

As industrialization and modernity took root,
women were placed into boxes:

• Good wife

• Silent helper

• Pleasing daughter

• Pretty ornament

• Devoted servant

She was disconnected from her instincts,
told to mistrust her body,
punished for her anger,
and laughed at for her intuition.

And so the wild woman within was buried —
under layers of shame, fear, and forgetfulness.

But the Earth never forgot her.
And neither did you.

The Return

Now, the feminine rises not in rebellion — but in remembrance.
Not to fight the old, but to reclaim the eternal.

Every time a woman says:

• I trust my intuition.

• I honor my cycle.

• I speak my truth.

• I take up space.

• I run with the wolves…

She reclaims a thread of what was once burned.
She breathes life into the Wild Woman once buried.
She tells the world: You tried to tame me. But I have returned.

The Wild Woman Is Not a Role — She Is a Return

To walk the path of the Wild Woman is to remember who you were before the world told you who to be.
She is not reckless — she is real.
She is not dangerous — she is deeply alive.
She is not chaotic — she is in rhythm with the Earth, the Moon, and her own sacred body.

She howls in the night when you’ve been silent too long.
She laughs when you remember joy.
She dances barefoot when your soul begins to stir.

Untaming Is a Soul Retrieval

Like the stories in Women Who Run with the Wolves,
this is not about becoming someone new — it is about gathering the lost parts.

The playful part.
The sensual part.
The witchy part.
The angry part.
The curious, mischievous, wild-hearted part.

You reclaim them. One by one.
You stitch your soul back together with love and fire.

Signs She Is Awakening in You

• You feel restless in structures that once felt safe

• You long for solitude, nature, and soul conversations

• You are no longer afraid to say “No” or “Enough”

• You want to create, move, howl, or cry for no reason

• You begin to remember the wisdom in your body

• You are called to ritual, to Earth, to the sacred feminine

Practices to Call Her Home

Wild Play

• Dance alone, naked, with no choreography.

• Climb a tree. Swim in wild water. Get dirty. Laugh loud.

• Let your inner girl lead for a day — what does she want to do?

Wild Rage

• Beat a pillow. Scream into the wind.

• Let your anger become art — paint, write, move.

• Say the unsayable out loud.

Wild Ritual

• Create a Wild Woman altar with bones, feathers, wildflowers, or dirt.

• Light a candle and say:
  “I call back the parts of me that were hidden to make others comfortable.
  I was never meant to be tame.”

Wild Breath

• Practice breath of fire, lion’s breath, or primal vocal toning.

• Let sound rise from the belly — not the throat.

You Are the Medicine

The world doesn’t need more obedient women.
It needs you — alive, awake, untamed.
It needs your intuition, your fierce love, your primal joy, your sacred “No.”

When the Wild Woman rises in one,
she rises in all.

Let this be your remembrance.

"Within every woman is a wild creature, a force of nature, a sacred knowing that cannot be tamed."  inspired by Clarissa Pinkola Este'