Book Review – The Holy Wild: A Heathen Bible for the Untamed Woman

I just found my new favourite book. It’s as if these words were written just for me. They’re everything I need to hear right now and more, so I wanted to share this with you. This book is crafted especially for those who identify as women and I think it will speak most strongly to us, but there’s nothing to stop you from reading and learning regardless of gender orientation. :)

By the way, I know I’m probably blowing up your inboxes right now. Sorry, not sorry! Feels good to be inspired to write and read and express myself again. I’m thinking about posting on Thursdays and Sundays every week to regulate it. What do you think? Is there a specific time of the week where a message in your inbox and an uplifting post would be most needed?

These are just a few of the passages that have sat with me most deeply. Parts won’t make perfect sense out of context – I guess you’ll just have to read the book. ;)

She side-eyes the parts of her world that no longer suit the truth-telling Priestess she is becoming. She outgrows her too-small life.

There is a part of you, my love, that remembers not only your own hands in the dirt during childhood but the knowing hands of your grandmothers and their grandmothers as they planted their own seeds and connected to their own lands.

She must go on, in the name of her granddaughters’ granddaughters’ babes. She must go on, to preserve what is left of the sacred masculine and majestic feminine. She is but one electric-pulsing cell in the universal body, but her resolve will ripple the skin of the global collective and send a single message into the future.

The bond a woman feels with earth runs in the blood, and to rekindle the intimacy with the land is her birthright, her wild inheritance, and her destined mandate.

Know your story as fluid and shape-shifting, and honor the shadowy parts of your soul that may have been called wicked or shameful as precious gifts, holy in their own right and divine in their darkness, that now allow you to become the woman you needed when you were younger.

The fragile lover decides to leave a relationship that crushes her spirit every day, having been granted permission by a low-rumbling thunderstorm.

The earth element is where we stand firm in nothing but our authenticity, having ascended from the underworld of other people’s expectations.

There is a necessary rebellion to a woman’s liberation. She will risk social isolation, loneliness, and uncertainty, all in the name of finding her true home. She will not move without fear, but she will no longer let fear of being too big, too loud, or too unlike the outmoded versions of herself direct her path.

You, Priestess of the Wild Earth, have a right to sacred solitude. You have a right to wander, and you have a right to be wholly in your body.

She holds an infinite trust in herself now, even as she loses it all… Time spent in her too-small world was absolutely necessary. She was midwifing her own birth in that place, and, as she finds herself in the wilderness now, she is charged to relinquish any and all guilt over staying too long in the garden. It was what it was.

The evenings she spends alone and crying or raging most righteously, torturous as they are, are worthy of honor. They are the stuff of poetry, and they are the deepest, impassioned hues that render a lifescape a beautiful masterpiece full of shadow and light.

The rules she writes now are those that have been tattooed on her bones since she was in the womb,

She must go on, in the name of her granddaughters’ granddaughters’ babes. She must go on, to preserve what is left of the sacred masculine and majestic feminine. She is but one electric-pulsing cell in the universal body, but her resolve will ripple the skin of the global collective and send a single message into the future. “I am she who is and will always be,” she speaks solemnly into the rain. “If I die here on the Red Road, my soul will look down on my floating body from the ether and know my life was better lived for taking this journey, doomed as it may have been. I regret nothing, and I repent nothing except the joyless nights spent depriving myself of sacred indulgence, hedonistic delights, and the company of those worthy of the beauty that was me.”

I hope you enjoyed this taste of my reading list. :) What books are blowing your mind right now?