This is a celebration for those women who are unapologetically their truest self.
A space to hold women in the ultimate love. For those women who have busted through glass ceilings as though they never existed. For those who’ve fought back tears while standing firm in her power.
This is a giant high five to the women who said “fuck that” to the easy road because they knew they could do it better.
Here is a gentle embrace for the women who eschew the standards set by someone else’s rules on beauty, femininity and status.
Here is a boisterous “yes we can!” to the women who work every day to find that balance between their careers and family and prove that you can have both, if you choose.
Let’s pour all our sisterly love for the women who embrace themselves fully. Those who adorn themselves bathe themselves and steep themselves in their own sweet and succulent Goddess power.
A thank you to the women who teach both their sons and daughters to love themselves, to be themselves and rock their freak flags. A sign that celebrating our own wild woman is not about drawing a line between the sexes but appreciating and honoring them both.
I bow to you ladies who know that no job will validate you; no relationship will complete you. You look not to external validation because you know that you have no meaning but the meaning you create for yourself. Everything else is just a varnishing which hides the very best of our imperfect beauty.
Aho to the ladies who promptly smile and flip the bird to those who tell her to“get in line”, “calm down” or otherwise be anything other than your luminous, sublime and authentic self.
Thank you to the wild women who understand that we are all here to nurture, discover and love but before we can do that for others we must do it for ourselves.
May we all celebrate you, revere you and honor those of you who pave a path through the wild tundra. Thank you wild women for your bold courageousness and teaching us all how to find the wild in ourselves. Thank you for the example of digging deep and checking out all of the little cordoned off places within us. To define ourselves, refine ourselves. For reminding us it’s not about being “her” version of wild but to seek out our own unique imprint of the quality.
May we all live wild, creative and full lives created for and by our own vision. May our wild be so bold as to spark flames that burn away the dead weight within us all so we can rise; reborn and renewed. Wild.