The Wild Woman Within

Inside every woman lives a wild creature. She is instinctual, untamed, timeless. She howls at the moon, she whispers in our dreams, she urges us to remember what we have forgotten.

But in the modern world, her voice has been buried beneath layers of conditioning:
Be nice.
Be small.
Be pleasing.
Be silent.

The wild woman has not disappeared—she has only gone underground, waiting for us to call her back.

The Lost Instincts

There was a time when women trusted their inner knowing. We could sense danger before it arrived. We understood when to rest, when to create, when to fight, when to love. We carried rituals that honored cycles, not clocks.

Yet generation after generation, that knowledge was dismissed as irrational, primitive, or dangerous. We were taught to mistrust our hungers and to doubt our own intuition. We traded instinct for approval.

But the body remembers. The bones remember. And the wild woman is still here, pacing in the shadows, waiting for us to remember her too.

Myths as Medicine

Stories are the maps that guide us back to her. In old folktales, the wild woman appears as the wolf, the witch, the wise old crone. She teaches through riddles, tests, and transformations. She pushes us into the forest not to punish us, but to awaken us.

The wolf devours the naïve girl so that she may rise reborn. The old woman demands we face our fears before granting us her gifts. The journey through the dark woods is never meant to destroy us—it is meant to reveal our strength.

When we listen closely, these ancient stories remind us that the wild woman is not outside us at all. She is our original self.

Returning to the Wild

To awaken her, we must practice remembering:

• Restoring instinct. Trust the gut feeling, the body’s signals, the whisper that says yes or no before the mind has words.

• Honoring cycles. Reject the demand for constant productivity. Embrace ebb and flow, creation and destruction, seasons of blooming and seasons of stillness.

• Reclaiming voice. Speak what you know to be true, even when it shakes, even when it disrupts. Silence was never meant to be our inheritance.

• Embracing hunger. Do not apologize for desire—whether for love, art, solitude, or freedom. Hunger is holy; it is the call of life itself.

Why We Must Return

When we forget the wild woman, we become hollow. Our creativity dries up, our joy dulls, our relationships shrink. But when we let her out, when we run with her again, we rediscover vitality. We reconnect with the fierce love that protects, the creativity that births worlds, and the wisdom that no institution can extinguish.

The wild woman is not a fantasy. She is our birthright.

And she is calling us home.

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