I love being a woman. I love everything about it. The foul moods, the shimmering glee, the curves, and bumps, and soft skin… The enormous, ever changing heart. Round, grounded, fertile, arid, wet, unpredictable, and peaked we, like Mother Earth,…
The spirit of a wild woman rumbles inside each of us. It needs to be there. And it needs to be heard.
To connect us to the primal side of life, that side of life that is driven by passion and instinct and verve.
When you lose your center, you lose
your lust for life, you lose your wolven self. And all that would be left is an empty domesticated creature looking out from behind a dingy window. Pining.
This wild-ass woman sometimes has got to go and feel the edge of life on the brink of the world.
I’m taking off tomorrow…
When I was younger I noticed I had an itch. A gnawing disturbance inside my body. In my teens, this itch was all about dancing. And it caused me to take action. It caused me to sign up for gymnastics…
Desire is the force that moves us toward life. It is our creative fuel. So obviously, if we shy away from the idea of our own desire we are going to remain shackled to the dull state of affairs that we have been led to believe is normal. So, just to give you a taste of what this feels like in your body, take a moment to remember the best first kiss or best first loving touch you ever experienced. It could have been the slight brush of a hand against your forearm. Or the new, strange warmth against your lips. Feel the electricity start to move through your body. Notice as the cells come to life. Living FULLY in this titillated feeling is what it means to be a Woman Ignited.