How honouring the in-between can be a doorway to sovereignty ‘...Stand Still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.’ This is a passage out of David Wagoner’s poem, Lost. The kindness of these words arrived at a time in my life when I was deep in what I like to call, ‘The Winter of my Soul’. It had been a deeply uncomfortable period of humiliation. A period which was now going on three years. Having spent a considerable amount of this time at the star

An examined life requires work A break down of the narrative The season arrived A humiliation, In the oldest, Truest, Meaning of the word To be stripped bare To go within, To seem gone, Back to the dirt, To feed our roots, To make them sturdy. To slowly Find our way back into light We grow again We ponder our reflection There they are. Subtle nuances to the human eye But visible more to the open mind Grace flows again To fill a heart To feed a curious mind. Poem and im

A Soul’s Winter is not contained within a certain amount of time, Rather, A Soul’s Winter is defined by the length of hibernation needed for the recuperation of the Soul. The onset of a Soul’s Winter can be recognised by the subtle (or sometimes overwhelming) Desire To go inside. To become very still. To be alone. As you do not know the length of a Soul’s Winter you must prepare for the long haul, ensuring the Soul can hibernate for as long as needed. Firstly, the Soul wi

Why women are leaving their seats at the proverbial table, and where they are choosing to sit instead. It's been two months since I shared the story about my path to embarking on this new chapter of life. I had not fully considered what to anticipate, but the level of deep, contemplative conversations that arrived have been a profound gift. So many women (and men) offered up precious time to connect, revealing how it had resonated with their experience or sharing their discov

Hwange National Park There is an awakening that happens when you visit the Zimbabwean bush, and you don’t need any tools, any protocols or any instructions to follow for it to unfold. It happens just by arriving. Each sense, including your sixth, automatically reignites. They have no choice but to awaken, seduced by the landscape they find themselves in. Each part of Zimbabwe offers this opportunity, from standing on the edge of the Victoria Falls, to climbing the Chimanima

A brief peregrination back in time The origin story of Women Wonder Wild is a peregrination of sorts, and to share only part of the story would be an injustice to the journey many of us, as women, travel. We don't simply arrive somewhere suddenly. Our lives are made up of interwoven moments, each thread carrying reflection, lesson, discovery, and meaning. So I hope you'll indulge me as I share my wider story, to honour what came before, because every step I took, every role I

A myth for the female psyche in midlife. We are living in, what would appear to be, an unprecedented age of wellness. Never before have women (and men) had access to such a vast array of tools which help us with everything from taming the monkey mind and finding enlightenment, to biohacking our way to immortality and manifesting the life we want. We have protocols for everything too - for sleeping, sunlight exposure, supplementing, fitness, nutrition and beyond. We journal, a