It is Solstice eve, and I feel a yearning in my soul to be in the wild. I open my copy of Women Who Run With The Wolves and I read these lines:
We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With The Wolves
And I breathe out. Because I know I am not alone.