So what is a wild woman?

Well… a wild woman is not a screaming, raving banshee. She is not an out-of-control woman desperately clawing at everything and everyone in a mad rage. She is rather like the wild itself; the untamed wild forests, prairies and deserts where everything is in balance – in accord. And like the animals that live in that wilderness, a wild woman lives with her instincts intact. She trusts her own inner voice, is wary of predators, and loves her children and tribe fiercely. She is also in tune with her own – and the environment’s – cycles, and is not afraid of the ‘life, death, life’ cycle. Our ‘civilized’, industrialized culture in the West has attempted to tame the wild woman (and continues to try to do so) with the idea that a woman should, at all costs (and at all times) ‘be nice’, ‘be happy’ and ‘look pretty’. Yet the wild woman is hard to tame… and I believe that within every woman there is a wildness; a fierce loving and glorious creativity that has the potential to be unleashed and empower the woman, if only the woman begins the quest…

But is there time for this quest? Surely modern woman is just too busy; busy with the children, busy with her job, busy with her partner, busy with the house… The list is endless. But this work – the journey to develop the psyche, and to truly listen to one’s own inner voice is, ultimately, the most important work there is. Because a strong woman; a wild woman has the power to live life to the full; to move mountains, change society’s perceptions… she can change the world.

And best of all, wild woman wants to be found. She will help you make the journey. You only have to start…

To the Wild Woman at My Heels

When I think of a wolf, I think of thee;

Fearsome, yet loving, with instinct intact.

O wildish woman, untamed and free,

When I think of a wolf, I think of thee,

And I long to be able to see what you see.

I’m ready to journey; to sort fiction from fact…


Now when I think of a wolf, I think of me;

Fearsome, yet loving, with instinct intact.

by Marija Smits

This blog post was inspired by the wonderful book Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes.


14 comments on “So what is a wild woman?

  1. […] of this. There is a rhythm to life, a rhythm to creativity. Have trust in the rhythm of your body, the rhythm of the feminine wild. Do what you have to do in the “low” – hunker down, cry, make yourself heard – and then, […]


    • Su Ryder says:

      So much of what you have written here speaks to me. The HSP. The Wild Woman (I have a poster on the inside of my wardrobe door about being a Wild Woman, to remind me that this is what I am, despite 16 years as a suburban mum). I identify with the self-doubting creative and I identify with the harassed Mum. You are right. It does pass. Thank you for posting it


      • Marija Smits says:

        Thanks so much Su for connecting with me here. And I’m so glad that you can relate to what I’ve been writing about. 🙂 I think it’s wonderful to know that these issues – of high sensitivity, of the wild woman etc. – are of concern to so many women, and how sharing our experiences, both highs and lows, with each other can help. Wishing you all the best.


  2. […] However, as I said, I’ve mostly managed to honour my intention. So when we got to the cottage we’d rented for our holiday this year, I didn’t have a jolt of realization that I was (and had been) running on empty; though I did come to the conclusion that information, news (and social media) overload is definitely a problem for HSPs in today’s world. I would probably go so far as to liken it to chronic stress or anxiety). It would seem that the art of living in the present is a much underrated and somewhat lost skill. And yet how vital it is for mental health, physical wellbeing and our relationships with ourselves, other people and the natural world. It is also important for those who want creativity to play a part of their daily lives. In short, it is a necessity for being authentic to one’s true self – to being wild. […]


  3. […] how these rhythms and shifts in circumstances can affect a relationship. Wild beings (Wild Man and Wild Woman too) instinctively understand the importance of taking note of natural rhythms. There will be ups […]


  4. Molly McCracken says:

    I love your poem, it’s quite inspiring. 🙂


  5. […] of the ‘stern but fair headmistress’ in my head more often (just one of the many voices of the Wild Woman). Thankfully my inner critic isn’t too shouty anymore but I really do need to be more respectful […]


  6. […] holiday but I honestly didn’t feel like doing it. I listened to my inner voice (the voice of the Wild Woman, if you will) which told me that I needed to just be. To feel the sand between my toes, the (very […]


  7. […] speak out, be silent, because then you won’t get hurt and overwhelmed by it all.’ But the Wild Woman in me – she who is very good at helping me to speak out when I know an issue is dear to me – […]


  8. […] writers, artists, mothers, fathers, lovers, friends, sensitive folk, and above all, the wild men and women – for there is nothing that neoliberalism hates more than wildness, the wildness of the human […]


  9. […] to become the gregarious, social extrovert that society wants me to be all the time. Remember my wild woman post? Being wild is about being true to oneself, and this is me – often brought to tears over […]


  10. Thank you for sharing this poignant poem. Poignant for me because I too am reading Pinkola Estes’ book. It’s really informing my own writing too. Tonight I shared this on my blog:


    • Marija Smits says:

      You’re welcome Lisa. Glad you thought the poem poignant. Yes, Women Who Run With the Wolves is such an inspirational book, isn’t it? It’s informing a lot of my own writing too; hence the poem. I’m looking forward to reading your blog post. I do subscribe to your blog anyway, but it hasn’t popped up in my email inbox as yet. Strange… Anyway, I’m sure it’ll be a post to savour when I get the chance (I’m busy organising games for my daughter’s birthday party tomorrow).
      Thanks for stopping by again, much appreciated. 🙂


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