Clarissa Pinkola Estes, or Dr. E as some call her fondly, author of Women Who Run With the Wolves says, “It’s not by accident that the pristine wilderness of our planet disappears as the understanding of our own inner wild nature fades. It is not so difficult to comprehend why old forests and old women are viewed as not very important resources. It is not such a mystery. It is not so coincidental that wolves and coyotes, bears and wildish women have similar reputations. They all share the related instinctual archetypes, and as such, both are erroneously reputed to be ingracious, wholly and innately dangerous, and ravenous.”
It is not by accident. Recently I had a conversation with a woman who could not conceive of what I meant when I stated that women and the Earth have a special relationship–and that by better understanding the seasons and the cycles of one–you could better understand the other. The Wild Woman inside of her, Eve, was missing.
Nature has a certain reputation. Wild Things are seen as needing to be tamed. Controlled. Used. Profited from. Sold. Stolen. Covered Up. Cut Down. Silenced. As Dr. E states, this is not an accident. It is not some great and mysterious coincidence that the treatment of the planet mirrors the treatment of women. It has always been so. They are correlated because at the very root, they are both feared. They are feared because at the very heart, they cannot be controlled.
Yes. The environment of the Earth can be destroyed, poisoned, chopped, burnt, raped and pillaged. But to what end? Only that it would no longer be able to support human life. The Earth, eventually, would recover. She always does.
So too, women can be denied education, denied reproductive rights, denied autonomy, they can be beat, raped, trafficked and hushed. But you cannot destroy the Wild Woman, the Eve in all of us. She lives inside each woman. She is sometimes so buried by culture, religion, dogma, experience, circumstance and pain that she seems to be missing. But she can be found.
She is there. And often it takes very little to unearth her. A line of text. A dream. Another woman waking to her wild nature to show her the way. And once uncovered, there is no burying her over again. Once uncovered she begins to grow, and when she grows, there is no end to what she can do.
Have you unearthed your own Wild Woman?