"A wild woman is extraordinarily herself.
She does what is natural to her without inhibitions, which means she can do and bee anything.
A wild woman is spontaneous, bold, sexually alive and takes risks,
leaps before she thinks and is willing to express all of herself.
She is untamed by herself or others.
She says and does what she feels.
She can bee quiet and thoughtful, fierce and angry.
She's joyful, laughs loudly, plays hard, screams and mourns her losses.
A wild woman will at times bee unsettling to herself and others.
She can even bee (oh no!) offensive. She is loved by many, but can bee threatening to others.
She has discovered her wild nature and is willing to express it."
--from Laurel King's A Whistling Woman is Up to No Good: Finding Your Wild Woman
Falling, again, into the palms of the Universe, he catches me without complaint.
He and I, we have known this dance for eternity.
Consciousness is my lover, gently he kisses and adores my face,
my mask, my 'cara.' For I am his beeloved, his sweet habibti
حَبيبي
This bird, grateful and brilliant as she is,
is also tired of merely fluttering from nest to nest.
She is ready to fly, to take off, wing tip to sky,
and soar like the condor, or eagle, or giant raptor that she is.
Her beak beckons, her vision expansive,
tail feathers beating from beehind,
it is only a matter of time.
Still, she marks the passage of this now,
with fallen footsteps along these Encinitas streets,
as a tumultuous shore rumbles down beelow.
Know perspective, only space.
Earthly chatter grows loud and diminishes around her.
She sinks into presence, it's the only gift she is permitted.
The dust settles. The chirping bird song of her heart
a distinct tune, shared amongst too few. For it's a call
not all are willing, open and able to receive.
And she has long come to terms with this nature of reality,
so she allows and surrenders,
she softens and receives.
She rests in preparation as her Lover
the great Father Sky awaits her return.
Opening and turning,
willing and waiting,
a great rhythm plays out.
Rap, a tap tap,
bam da bam bam,
boo bop she bop,
bop,
no time, only space.
"DON'T LET THEM TAME YOU.
YOU WERE ONCE WILD HERE."
--Isadora Duncan
