The affinity between women and wolves. The concept of the wild woman accompanied by a wolf.
There’s a certain kind of woman who fights for her wildness, a feminine freedom. Probably the first to connect the two was Clarissa Pinkola Estes in her book, Women Who Run With the Wolves.
Why do many of us identify with wolves (specifically, she-wolves)?
Wolves are non-violent, with an aversion to aggression, fighting, and violence. They’re devoted to and serve the pack and each other. They bond strongly to certain individuals. However, they can be aggressive when threatened.
They’re fearless survivors.
Others who have enjoyed the company of wolves have described some individuals as confident, tolerant, and generous natural leaders, as wild and playful, as supportive and full of affection, as strong but kind, patient, and dignified, as not confident, less tolerant or easy-going, as happy, resilient and stern, and as relaxed, kind, lovable and never harsh. Lisa Matthews, Wolf Song of Alaska
Wolves need no explanation. They just are.
……..keeps shit interesting. I suppose some might be self-inflicted. I live in this mental world of extremes. Some love roller coasters, skydiving, rock climbing…… My mind is its own stuntman. No body double for me. Did I sign up for this? Not that I recall.
People who know me, to a person, will say I’m the most chill chick they know. I attract (and immediately fend off) chaotic people and places. Guess it’s true about opposites attracting. Well, that’s good a lot of times…..maybe I’ll write about that.
But inside, I’m all over the place. Euphorically happy or totally bummed out. Depends on….what? My thoughts at that particular second.
This is meant to be a follow-up to my previous post. When I’m pissed off, just hang out with me a min. You have a right to be pissed at me too, and I hope you’ll tell me to go fuck myself. Cause I wanna be able to tell you to fuck off too. Then we laugh and carry on.
You know, there are times when no matter how conscientious you are, there’s a limit. I can’t eat one more salad without gagging, or make myself drink another unsweetened iced tea, or eat another plate of veggies. Ok, so I feel great when eating healthy……but I’m just tired of always doing the “right” thing, when shit goes wrong anyway.
None of it has anything to do with food, unless you consider that, like working hard and caring for your health, it’s to make sure certain things don’t happen. But then they do.
Then the person you’re closest to dumps you because something they said hurt you and you tell them hey, that hurts, and they don’t like it, so they just take off. Well fuck me then.
I just want to stop caring and go wild. Hey, that would be fun, huh?
PS – after publishing this, I was notified that this was my TWO HUNDREDTH post on Violin Bitch.