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#wildling
Into the woods I go To fall in love With the coyote’s souls And let them Eat me whole.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Wild Thing
The wild woman, she is cyclical. The wild woman, she is seasonal. The wild woman, she is tidal. The wild woman honours her seasons of being. She rests in both body and mind when her bones and spirit command it. The wild woman yields to the gift of her own emotional wisdom. She is as mutable and unpredictable as a tropical storm The wild woman is both hibernating bear and flitting hummingbird. She is springs flush and she is volcanic eruptions. She is the crones wisdom after the maidens mistakes She is all the stories of all the ancestors stored in the library of her bones. Through her they will be heard .
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Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 5:14 PM UTC
Wildling