Wild Woman Walking

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Sometimes I feel if I could just relax my body and walk without conscience  I would find a rhythm, a wild rhythm, in tune with the natural world around me, secretly seductive, swaying hips and shoulders and breasts!  The way women walked before heels!  The way we walked when we used to gather in groups to pick wild strawberries in the woods!

Maybe if we kicked off our shoes and socks and ran full speed as if being chased by some wild beast

…and kept running…

                                           …past exhaustion…

                                                                               …past knowing…

                                                                                                                    …past awareness…

our bodies would be able to detach from our formed identities and be free to move freely.  The skin could be kissed by the sun, caressed by the wind, tickled by the earth with every wild and sensual movement.  Joints would unfurl, bones would be tested, and woman would be reunited with herself…

and we would smile almost imperceptibly!

We might find strength in our new found freedom, sweet intoxication walking without purpose, without direction connected to the wilderness around

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About wildwolfmomma

I was born and raised in Nor Cal. I had aspirations of becoming a famous Hollywood actress. I never thought I would get married. I never thought I would have children of my own. Now, I have a great husband and three miracles! I dream of opening my own artists community and living in an earth-sheltered home... in Carmel-by-the-Sea!

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