The Wildest Place


I am, at once, both a wild being and a soft open vessel.

I rise to meet you and I shy away from being seen.

Wildness does not necessarily mean big and loud and fierce. Sometimes it is the wildest place in me that is the most shy, most hidden in the shadow, most afraid of being caught.

Wild @ Heart

‎Jeanette Winterson writes

“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free,
and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”

There is a wild nature in women. Of course it is so. The deepest darkest mysteries of creation dance their dance in a woman’s womb. Blood flows; milk pours forth; a woman’s body is creation made manifest.

And, I know that womanhood is a vulnerable experience…especially where so many images, sound bites, and representations all would have us believe women’s bodies are simply objects to be dominated and controlled. How do we come down into the power and heart inherent in this female body, when there are subtle, and not so subtle, messages that our bodies are not our own, that our sensuality is for others, that our deepest nature is suspect?

I am no longer interested in being held by one who does not, and cannot, honor the entirety of this female nature.

I am no longer interested in being seduced by those who offer love only if I hand over my personal power.

It no longer interests me to be with someone if I must shut down, turn off, trade in the very nature that is at the heart of the wild feminine.

I know now that I will no longer turn away from either the wild or the tame, or anything in between in me. I know that it is I that can no longer seduce myself into handing over my personal power, or holding myself in a way that does not honor the entirety of this female nature.

I will no longer turn away from this vast dance that repeatedly calls me to enter.

The cauldron of the vast space of creativity pulls me down into it, into a force both fiercely loving and infinitely empty. In this dark place, I am becoming. I turn and turn again in this becoming. I am destroyed and created. I am torn apart and perhaps I will be born anew.

I have tried to avoid this. I’ve tried for years to avoid the inevitable. In the words of a brilliant teacher, “Resistance is futile”.  At some point, this becomes perfectly clear. And as he also offers, resistance is the doorway in. Go directly into that which you most resist, and go with an open hand willing to receive what that resistance offers.

I’ve loved and I’ve been loved, and I am learning that love is not what I believed it to be. I am learning to listen to the poets, the mystics, and the teachers who, over and over, point to a love that is an infinite ocean, wild and chaotic. Rumi, Oliver, O’Donohue, and Adyashanti all speak of a love that our minds cannot even begin to fathom.

To me this is one of the hardest questions to live: Can I open to real love, not the projection-filled romantic love we’ve been conditioned to think will fill the hole inside, but true love, a love that is asking to pull me into its vast ocean without a life preserver, because it has no desire to preserve the false self that fights it.

In the end, the deepest places in the heart answer to no one except the One who weaves the threads of our existence.


wild@heart by mademoiselle louise on flickr Some rights reserved

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5 Replies to “The Wildest Place”

  1. Big question, Julie. One I sit on the edges of, and when I peer over into, there is a vastness for which I have no words, because to find the words requires a way of thinking of which I am tired. Knowing this is it for the moment. Thank you again for your heart-full eloquence.

  2. Julie,
    This post takes my breath away, has me leaning back inside my boat trusting the flow of the river to take me back home. Wow!
    Can I open to real love? That is THE question isn’t it!? I’m going to print this out and place it on my altar.
    Thank you for the eternalness of your words and for the love with which you no doubt write them.

  3. Julie,
    You weave the threads of and dance in between Winterson’s rocks and your infinite ocean, beautifully expressing thoughts I seem only to be able to spin around in. Thank you. xo

  4. isn’t it fantastically wonderous that we can hold contradictions without needing to explain or apologize? we can be dark, we can be light. we can be vulnerable, we can be strong. we can long to be seen, we can long to be shy. we want to be held, we want to be left alone. we are on, we are off. we are in, we are out. we are high, we are low. we are loud, we are quiet. we are powerful, we are silent. we are rocks, we are clouds. we are all these things and more, woven together in a vessel called woman.

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