The Origin of Woman Rewild
Woman Rewild came to me as a download shortly after I completed my Yoga Teacher Training with Spiral Branch Yoga in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. YTT was a spiritual experience for me, challenging me to step more fully into my authentic self. Interestingly, around this time, I picked up Women Who Run With Wolves, probably for the 12th time in as many years. It finally resonated. I read the Red Shoes Tale and deeply felt the disappointment at the burning of her homemade shoes. Felt the resignation to just exist in that guilded carriage. To succumb to societal pressures to fit in--but numbly and from the outside--"not mine" my inner child said. "I don't belong."
It summoned a memory that I had revisited often in my life. A vision of myself looking in through a window at my contemporaries, girls who had gathered for a play practice. I, too, was in the play but in my vision, I was separated from them by a window, one I had to crawl behind a camellia bush to look through. Unseen, I watched as their mothers doted on them as they gushed about the play and our practice. This vision was emblematic of the estrangement I felt all of my life and had been revisited in my imagination many, many times over the years.
In this remembering, however, my guides began to speak to me on the pages of my journal:
What if you just turn around, child? Feel that camellia branch tapping your shoulder as you peer into that building--looking in on others' caged lives! You wanted to fit in that cage--to be like them. But that was never for you. Feel the trees behind you now--maybe for the very first time. They've always been there waiting, beckoning. Calling you to your true home. What if you just turn around and focus on your one wild life?