#6 of The Dark Feminine Series: Reception. The Exasperated Mother Done Being Undone, Opening For Him

A WILD WOMAN IS NOT A GIRLFRIEND. SHE IS A RELATIONSHIP WITH NATURE. But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?Can you love me when I'm bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?Can you love me then too? Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we've planted? Will you trust that Spring will return?Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?Will you fear my shifting shape?Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?Do you fear they will capture your soul?Are you afraid to step into me?You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room the night sky is not for you.If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.She will see to it that you shall rise again.She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.Poem by Alison Nappi …This episode follows my journey into sacred union with my partner and the challenges and blessings of being a woman on the path of following truth.