Image: Ludovic Florent’s series “Poussières d’étoiles” (Stardust)
“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estés
We seem to have lost touch with our wild side, this is equally accurate for both men and women alike, but for the sake of this piece, I am going to specifically focus, and talk to my fellow Wild Women. I want to reach out to the Women of this planet, and let them know they are not alone—YOU are not alone. The only way for us to ascend as a planet is to first ascend as individuals and then together. From my observations, and from being a Woman myself, I can attest to the fact that we are too hard at times, most times, on ourselves and our fellow Woman, it is past damn time that we embrace each other. We are all Her, and She is Us.
You guys know I am on a Goddess quest, and for those who read the NR Facebook page, then you know that I have started reading, Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman archetype by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I can say with certainty that my new Goddess path, and this book have already impacted, and changed my life in great ways.
I started reading the book and page after page I noticed two things; first, I was empowered, second, I was angry. I could hear Her roaring from deep within, my own Wild Woman that I had oppressed to fit into society’s mold of who, and what I am supposed to be. We are not taught that we are all Goddesses in our own right, we are not taught the power that comes in our femininity, and sexuality, we are not taught that it is in our mind, our voice, and our feelings that the true essence of Divine power exists. There is nothing, in my opinion, more Divine than a Woman. But, She has become beaten, and watered down so She is silent, discouraged, cowered in a corner.
Let them hear you growl.
I feel like even now in 2015 there are cultural norm’s that need not be norms anymore. I mean, has anything good ever come from being “normal”?
Why is it that a Woman is considered less than if she chooses to not have children? Is this question asked of the men? Why is it that we have become consumed by this body shaming campaign? Where it seems that “Team Fat” and “Team Thin” are battling it out; as someone who leans more towards the fat team, but has batted for the skinny team before, I say, why can’t we all just grasp the concept that ALL Women are beautiful, all bodies are beautiful, all people are beautiful.
If you have to put another down, to build yourself up then you are weak. I think a skinny Woman is just as Divinely delicious, as someone who is fat. Yes, I said the F word. Oh. My. Gawd. Did you hear that profanity?
We are starting to take the power back with the word bitch, so now it is time that we take the power back with the word fat. For me personally this word has cut deeper than any object ever could, but this word will not haunt me anymore, this word will not define me, I will define it.
I am a Woman who is going through menopause at 30, I have had numerous surgeries. I have chronic health issues, and I love food! If you put all of this into an equation the answer you get is weight gain but I could be dead. So if given the choice between death, and being happy and fat, I will choose the latter, any and every day. While on the topic, fat does NOT always mean unhealthy.
The wage gap in the U.S. and around the world is astonishing, but in our male dominated society the real issue/s affecting Women keep being swept under the rug. There are certain states wishing to jail Women for having a miscarriage, one Woman sits in jail for just that, actually. We can discuss the politics of how she disposed of the dead baby, but to jail her? Come on! How about the rape laws being passed? Or, the infamous Hobby Lobby decision in regards to birth control pills?
The reality is that this is a male world, for now, and we are just living in it. We are entering the time of Aquarius, and we are reminded of love and feminine energy. We are leaving the heavy male energy that is Pisces. I hope that some of this cosmic energy shift has an effect on people because right now, the way things are, I feel like I am living in the Twilight Zone. (Insert creepy music)
Why are there so many unnecessary expectations put onto Women? I feel like we are given a one inch area to exist within, and if we step outside of that box, that zone, we are automatically considered damaged goods, and labeled all types of things–Slut. Bitch. Whore.
If we dare to speak out against the injustices Women face, or the equality we demand we are suddenly labeled “angry feminists who have daddy issues”. If we ask for wage equality we are greedy, or as it was pointed out on Fox “News” today–Women are “less ambitious”. (Disclaimer: I am being sarcastic, and I would never cite Fox as an actual news source.)
So, to my fellow Woman, please read these words:
Live this life how you see fit, push the boundaries and then push some more. Climb mountains with peaks as high as the sky, and dare to go higher. Be at the mercy of your emotions, and no matter how many times your heart is broken, make sure to love again and harder still. Do not be defined, or confined by the labels that anyone dare to put on your soul, your sexuality, gender identity, or your body. Do not allow another to make decisions for you, ever, and don’t be guilt tripped into anything; stand your ground! Make more love than you do war. Find peace in your crumbled past, and solace in your bright future. Get dirt under your fingernails, and mud on your feet. Take care of your Self first and foremost. Love the skin you are in, tell your body how beautiful She is, and how much you love Her. Never take anything for granted. Live and love fiercely, and with a passion. Follow your intuition before the voices of doubt in your head. And, never forget to howl at the Moon as often as you can.
We were wild once, I plan on getting back to my roots.
Now let them hear you roar.