I am sitting in my hiking shorts, smelling of campfire. My pockets are heavy with a smooth piece of rose quartz and the headlamp I used to light the fire before the sun rose this morning.
I am filled with a combination of gratitude and bewilderment for a weekend spent with an incredible group of women.
As soon as we gathered around the campfire on our first night together, I knew they had as much to offer me as I had to offer them. We spent our time wandering through old growth forest, sharing food, engaging in deep and searching conversation, making offerings to the forest, listening to our intuition and tapping into our creativity, swimming, hiking in the dark, watching stars and lighting sparklers.
I know it will take me some time to process everything that happened at the reWILD retreat this weekend, but there are a few things I know for sure.
Despite the the glow of traffic lights and computer screens,
the manufacture of our nourishment
and the pavement smothering the grass;
Despite the medicalization of our moon cycles,
despite the taming of our birthing processes,
and the way our bodies have become objectified, nullified, loathed, feared and hypersexualized,
women are wild.
Because the waters of our body still lean into the full moon, we are still the water-keepers
Because we practice dying every month and yet bring forth all life, we are still the creation-keepers
Because we circle, and because we tend, we are still the community-gatherers.
We are still the nourishers. The wisdom-bearers. The heart-led warriors.
We are still wild.
I know this to be true:
Reconnecting with Mother Earth is one of the primary tasks of
of reclaiming the sacred feminine
and of finding authenticity and alignment in your life.
Among the trees and near the ocean and toes-in-grass is where we are fed.
It is where we are most powerful.
It is where our rising begins.
How can you reWILD?