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A Wild Woman is not a Girlfriend she is a Relationship with Nature...

Healing can be found in the strangest of places...

I've been listening, by recommendation, to the Aubrey Marcus podcast, something I would never have happened upon or chosen myself but I am so damn glad I did.

It has been a constant source of information and inspiration ever since and most importantly it is hosted by a man, a man who at first glance I would perhaps have judged and almost certainly wouldn't have felt drawn to but such is the beauty of podcasts. You get to create your own image of the person, unless you've already seen them!

The importance of it being hosted by a man is that it made me realise that I must be rebuilding my trust in men to be listening to them as a source of guidance. For many years I (and I've since learned many other women too) have not even felt able to take guided meditations by men for lack of trust and safety, which is so very sad for there are so many wonderful men out there.

One particular episode broke me open unexpectedly. Aubrey was speaking with Christine Hassler and at the beginning of the podcast shared a poem.

It is without doubt one of the most powerful poems I have ever heard so I wanted to share it here before sharing his response and how it profoundly impacted me below...

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?

When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?