✦ The Wild Woman — A Rebellion Remembered

For every woman who’s been told she’s too much, too emotional, too bold, too loud — this is your permission to be all of it.
This is for the woman who’s spent years trying to cage her fire, only to realize that her wildness was never wrong — it was divine.
If you’ve ever felt misunderstood, ashamed of your passion, or afraid of your own intensity, this is your homecoming.

I used to be the girl they warned you about.
The one who felt too much, wanted too much, was too much.
Every time someone tried to tame me,
a louder part of me howled.

I wasn’t guided on how to hold my wild —
so it spilled everywhere.
Into cars I wasn’t allowed to drive.
Into beds I wasn’t supposed to be in.
Into bottles that blurred the edges of the cage.

They said I was a family embarrassment.
A lost cause.
A girl who would ruin her life.
So I believed them —
and for a while, I played the part.

But my rebellion wasn’t evil.
It was a cry for freedom.
A body begging to be trusted with its own fire.
A heart desperate to know love that didn’t punish.

Then, at twenty-nine, I met the man who didn’t try to break me.
He didn’t tell me to calm down or shrink or play small.
He handed me the match and said, “Light it.”

And that’s when I learned —
the wild woman doesn’t need to be caged.
She needs to be witnessed.
She needs to be guided back to her truth.
She needs to remember that her fire was never wrong —
it was sacred.

Now I dance barefoot in the ashes of who I used to be.
I howl under moons I used to hide from.
I breathe deeply in the body I once tried to escape.

I am not too much —
I am finally enough.

My wildness is not a wound; it’s a rebirth.
It’s the voice of every woman who was ever told to quiet down,
be good,
stay small.

I am the storm and the stillness.
The flame and the water.
The sinner and the sacred.

I am the wild woman —
and I am finally home.

 

 

Embodiment Practice: Remembering the Wild Within

A sacred ritual for remembering your fire and coming home to your body.

This is a practice of release, remembrance, and reclamation — a homecoming to the untamed part of you that’s always been there, waiting to be trusted again.
You don’t need anything fancy. Just your body, your breath, and a willingness to feel.
Let this be your ritual — your moment to stop performing and start remembering.

1) Arrive
Find a quiet space — dim the lights, light a candle if you want. Take off your shoes. Let your feet touch the ground. Close your eyes and inhale deeply through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Do this three times until your breath feels like an anchor. Whisper softly:
“I am here. I am whole. I am wild, and I am safe.”

2) Unravel
Let your shoulders drop. Let your neck roll. Let your body sway gently side to side. Start to shake — your hands, your arms, your hips — like you’re dusting off expectations that were never yours to carry. Whisper as you move:
“I release the need to be good.”
“I release the need to be small.”
“I release the need to be perfect.”
This isn’t performance — it’s purification. Let your body move however it wants to — messy, soft, fierce, still.

3) Ignite
Place one hand over your heart and one over your lower belly. Feel the pulse beneath your palms — that rhythm is your wild woman. Breathe into it. Visualize a golden ember glowing inside your belly — the seat of your power. With every inhale, it brightens. With every exhale, it expands.
Say aloud:
“My fire is not too much.”
“My passion is my prayer.”
“My body remembers who I am.”

4) Express
If emotion rises — let it. If you want to cry, sigh, moan, or laugh — do it. Your voice is sacred sound. Let it echo through your body like thunder. If you have music that moves you, play it now. Let the rhythm guide your hips. Let your breath guide your pace. This is what freedom feels like — not polished, not pretty, but alive.

5) Return
Slowly come back to stillness. Place both hands over your heart and whisper:
“I trust myself now.”
“I honor my wild.”
“I am fire, and I am light.”
Take one deep, grounding breath. Exhale audibly. Smile softly to yourself.

You’ve just remembered her — the woman underneath all the conditioning, the one who moves like wind and loves like wildfire.

Reflection Prompt:

“Where in my life have I been taming my wild instead of trusting her?”
“What does my untamed self want to create, express, or say?”

Closing Blessing:
You are not meant to be contained. You are meant to become.
Every time you let yourself feel, move, or speak the truth — the world heals a little more through you.
Your wildness is not too much. It’s the medicine you came here to give.

 

 

Reflection

There’s a wild woman inside every one of us — the part that knows before she thinks, feels before she explains, moves before she’s told she’s allowed. She’s not chaos — she’s creation.

The world will try to tell her to dim down, dress up, and behave. But healing isn’t about taming her; it’s about trusting her again.

Because when a woman stops apologizing for her fire, she becomes the light that leads others home.

 

 

With love and rebellion,
Karli — Founder of Rare Diamond Rebellion

For the woman who’s reclaiming her roar —
You are not too much.
You are the medicine.
You are the fire.
You are the wild.