3. knowing who you are: back to the wild woman

The summertime does this to me. It gets me thinking about multi-colored seed beads and the healing powers of crystals and wide-brim hats that shade from the sun and high-waist ’90s-era cut-off jeans. It gets me thinking about what these things represent in me, and whether they hold true when I trade in those shorts…

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enter cloudland : nurturing your wild woman

As I pondered this transition into my new Wild Woman, I could sense that something was still missing. I was walking the walk, but could I talk the talk? ….Or was it vice versa? I knew that I was going to have to get away. What I wanted was something private and secluded, where I…

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let her show : dressing your wild woman

My answer came to me at the Porter Flea Market in Nashville a few weeks ago. I’d recently purchased a squash blossom necklace on Etsy, and decided if there was ever a place to wear it, this place might be a good start. As I walked around and browsed through the vendors, I was inundated…

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namaste, wild women

A couple of years ago, I came across this 27-year-old book written by Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Women Who Run With the Wolves. I think it came “recommended” by Emma Watson, who is also a strong proponent for pubic hair oil and other feminist ideologies. I was intrigued, so I found a copy at Half Price…

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