I felt like a little girl, dancing about, and when I was done, I stood there for a while more, breathing the morning into my body. When I could finally tolerate the idea of going inside, I wondered how I’d do that with such sloppy, grassy roots… I mean, feet.
Over the last three years, I’ve been invited back into the wild part of my self, the outdoors has once again become a spiritual experience. Sometimes, the call comes from within — anxiety sending me to hike in the woods, frustration sending me to dig in the dirt — and other times, another Wild One calls it out of me — yoga in the park, a lunch meeting in the grass instead of the picnic table.
Honestly, I feel like I’m alive again, like I am making my way back into the flow of life in the natural world. It’s a place where I can serve and the world supports me. Every step back in that direction brings me closer to my true self. I am healing. Life feels good but I didn’t really understand any of it, until I read what follows in “Women Who Run with the Wolves” by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés.
“An old witch from Ranchos told me that La Que Sabe knew everything about women, that La Que Sabe had created women from a wrinkle on the sole of her divine foot: This is why women are knowing creatures; they are made, in essence, of the skin of the sole, which feels everything. This idea that the skin of the foot is sentient had a ring of a truth, for an acculturated Kiché tribeswoman once told me that she’d worn her first pair of shoes when she was twenty years old and was still not used to walking con los ojos vendados, with blindfolds on her feet.”
This book, in at least a thousand different ways, affirmed much of what I’ve experienced in the years since my awakening began. The lessons, the pain, the expansion, and the freedom; it’s all in there. All of what it means to reclaim that wild part of myself, and so much more. The sound of my inner drum beats louder than I’ve known, the whispers of my inner voice are deepening. And I’ve grown to trust them, to trust myself, in ways I never believed possible.
All of this leaves me wondering if you know about it, too. Do you hear the sunrise call for you on the bird’s song? Can you tell that the moon throws the most breathtaking curves just to woo you out into the night? When the sun sets as you return home in the evening, do you allow it to stop you in your tracks and take your breath away? When the longing to be part of what’s happening out there rises up within you, can you surrender to it?
At least think about it… your life is waiting for you.