I am wilderness itself - an amalgamation of nature’s force and feminine spirit. Recalling and howling home my wild femininity has been and continues to be a powerful medicine of re-enchantment with myself, the universe and the wolf womxn in me. Letting nature wrap me up in her arms and nourish me with healing touches and speak to the brooding, fertile soil of my soul has been a cosmo erotic r/evolution. The essence of this mystical eros became my ethos and the poetic passage that I could spread out across the body land of many of you and share with those that felt called to feel these cosmo erotic vibrational realms. An all-encompassing space where the rain is so soft and at times so hard, like our falling tears. The wind both ferocious and gentle, like our breath. The lightning, like a coiled spring of bio-energy within, sometimes razor sharp and at times just pulsing like little will-o'-the-wisps. But I haven’t always been this fertile, red-blooded and spirited…….

When the wolf womxn [ the collectors of bones] took me in, like a hungered and starved foundling cub, abandoned, forlorn, in disguise, my skin merely draped over my bones like a cape. They licked my wounds, fed me and assembled my bones back to life. They patiently sang over and into me and blew their restorative breaths of smoke till I started to gasp for air and my senses opened to the world again. These womxn have a certain luminous way about them that resurrects our endangered wild spirit that has been lost in the thickets and thorns of cultural conditioning and in a life devoid of spirituality and dismembered from a tribal community. They gather and return lost bodies home, invoking nature’s force and the wild divine feminine spirit within us. They re-weave our flesh, blood, hair and skin with that sense of wild felinity which often has become concealed and repressed within us - they keep weaving and blowing till we become full of savage aliveness, leaping into our freedom, the freedom that was always in the wind for us.

Our bones represent an indestructible power just like our life force energy. I am honoured to be running with this pack of wolf womxn now and perhaps may have the privilege to become part of your resurrection tale. It is my deepest longing that we return to an environment where our healing spaces, circles, communities, tribes and kin are breathing life into us. We stop hunting, chasing and stalking our desires, because we realise everything actually desires us.

It has been so peaceful to meet that inner sense of trust, that everything that surrounds me desires me deeply, and that I am foreordained to receive everything I need in order to feel my wholeness and aliveness. It continues to be deeply satisfying to have ceased the constant pillaging of others to get my ephemeral fill, and also finally having pulled the plug on the suffering of being in a victimised state, momentarily justified by that which had been so ruthlessly taken from me.

To truly see, hear and feel are primal elements of my emotional being; everything I do becomes a channel for expression of these, the resonance of which sinks deep into the bones of my being, feeding my entire energy body with a lumen naturale. I bow and kneel in gratitude to the wolf womxn that resurrected me. They are in my bones. And if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.

I now think with my body - my body indistinguishable from nature itself, - that dark, maternal and earthy way of existing. I won’t lose myself again, for it is my body, my feeling and my instinct that are now firmly rooted in the soil. I kneel on the earth in deep submission, sensing the inter-connectedness of my primal wild femininity. Can you hear me howl, the way wolf mother taught me?