Before the new year one evening as I was doing some laundry, I noticed a book my husband had in his library that I’ve seen many times over the years but have never been compelled to pick up. This night, though, the book called out to me. I wrote a post about my experience of being “drawn” to the book as I read the following narrative from the inside jacket cover:

“Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing. Her name is Wild Woman, but she is an endangered species. Though the gifts of wildish nature come to us at birth, society’s attempt to ‘civilize’ us into rigid roles has plundered this treasure, and muffled the deep, life-giving messages of our own souls. Without Wild Woman, we become over-domesticated, fearful, uncreative, trapped…

…In Women Who Run With The Wolves, Dr. Estes has created a new lexicon for describing the female psyche. Fertile and life-giving, it is a psychology of women in the truest sense, a knowing of the soul.”

Advertisements