‘With the wild nature as ally and teacher we see not through two eyes but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes. The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry’. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
What is it that calls to you in the dark of the night? That watches from a million twinkling stars? What of the longing you feel, that old song you sometimes hum with words from a language you don’t know?
Hearing the Call
Our longing is for the wild, and to be our wild self, the one that doesn’t need to make excuses, doesn’t care what she is wearing or how her hair looks. As woman we ebb and flow with the moon, we are creatures of mystery and magic. Yet the wild has been taken from us and we’re told we no longer belong.
We have grown up in the shadow of on of the biggest lies ever told – that we are apart, aloof, better than nature. These lies that are spun free some from responsibility to what we are actually doing, help turn a blind eye to the social injustices – poverty, slavery, torture, animals farmed in the living hell of factory farming. Our culture has concocted a host of distractions to fill that ache. Options come in every shape and size, every color imaginable and with every digital effect set to your perfect soundtrack. Yet they leave us empty and craving more as the roar of our longing grows.
Our world is on the threshold. Today’s reality is climate chaos, fracking of sacred lands we were born into a warring culture and have arrived in a sci-fi future. We might not ever know another world in our lifetime but we can work where we sit in circle, where we garden, where we interact with others in our community – our allies are each other, the four leggeds, the winged, the plants and the earth herself and that great circle of ancestors. We weave the world we want to live in.
Answering the Call
This undoing, this dis-ease is patriarchy’s world. When we dance with the wild woman we invite every lost part of our soul back into being, an invitation for them to come home. We answer that call of the wild woman by sitting in circle and travel with the drum to other worlds where we go on quests and ask for the wisdom of the old ones. We come back to circle among sisters and share our experiences to share the wisdom of our experiences, the insights and the mystery of our tales which resonate with each one of us. Ritual and ceremony are great tools in rebirthing the wise women way. To remember and partake of women’s mysteries, sing the song of elder women shaman, we are decedents from those great wise women.
We have much work to do in this world and we have many allies, we have many tools and with creativity and intuition, circle and red tents, trance and drums we plant out roots down deep, past the litter and the plastic, deep down into the rich humus, down to the bones of our ancestors and the very bedrock of the planet.
And from there we rise up, nourished and empowered. Singing our songs of our circle culture for we have quenched our longing and are fully awake inspired and so bloom into every sphere of this world planting the seeds of the wild woman.
At times I have to retreat and emerse myself in the wild. Yours might be a city park by a great river – I need to return to home soil, to the islands on the western most point of Scotland. Here is my solace where I can live between two worlds – reality and the imaginal world. I can let go of this artificial world and sink back into a world that I rely on my senses, my intuition.
To visit the sacred sites of the old ones and let dusk take us into the threshold that isn’t quite day and not quite night.
We need to oster our own rewilding, to build our intuition, our psychic skills – raise paint brushes and hammers, pens and knives. We have the ability to traverse universes, meet our most ancient ancestors, dare to dance with them with them, learn their wisdom let it flourish into our communities. The world needs us more than ever as much as we need her recognize the wild in you, tend to it, feed it, nurture it – let it howl, let it run, let it dance.
Jude Lally is running a retreat to the Island of the Big Women (The Isle of Eigg), Scotland in May 2018. Click here for more information