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You’ll know when you have a wild woman. She can’t be missed or mistaken. She will be bold, a free spirit. A woman who will not allow herself to be held to a standard, or a “norm”. She is her own leader and makes her own choices. She’s outspoken, dirty mouthed, and unapologetically passionate about what (and who) she loves.

She finds comfort in nature, old books, and holistic remedies. Her home is filled with plants, crystals, and incense smoke. She’s a healer, someone who others come to for guidance. She loves hard and prefers kindness, yet is a warrior. She’s uncontrollable and unstoppable. If you try to control her, she will rebel against it. She rebels against anything that makes her uncomfortable, makes her question herself, or she knows isn’t right.

It takes a certain type of energy and soul to love a wild woman the way she’s supposed to be loved, the way that won’t hurt her wild heart or shatter her free spirit.

Her feisty, free spirit is why she caught your attention, remember that. Because it is these same traits that will test you later.

She’s a force of nature with fire in her veins and nature in her heart. She is strong like the winds of a storm and runs wild like river waters. She moves with the moon and her eyes hold the stars. She sees herself for what she knows she is: a goddess. She won’t be treated like anything less, or here comes the warrior.

We are a rare breed of woman and should be treated as such. She can’t stand back and watch someone be hateful. She speaks her mind and her mouth knows no filter. The thoughts and opinions of others don’t concern her or affect her life. And it can come as a shock to realize that this goes for everyone. Friends, family, partners, everyone. If she feels disrespected, she will let you know, sooner than later.

She can’t pretend. There’s no way to hide her emotions because they come through her face and body. So, when she embarrasses you by tearing the rude grocery clerk a new one, or when she tears you a new one because of your tone of voice with her, remember, this is why she’s worth so much. She’s real. Authentic and raw. Something this world lacks.

Observe her. Study her. Learn her.

Most wild women are at their best when working in correlation with nature. Being outdoors and experiencing nature is essential to me and my wild heart. Astrology, plants and nature, and the lunar phases are all important to me. Every woman is different, wild or not. Figure out what she’s really like, the real her, the her behind closed doors, the her she is with you. Find what she’s interested in. Learn her behavior patterns, her triggers, and how to soothe her.

She craves deep conversation, understanding, and soulful connections.

Tell her about your life, your past, your struggles and achievements. What makes you happy, what keeps you awake at night, your childhood. Talk about the world, people, outer space, nature’s wonders . . . these are things that interest her. Things that are beautiful yet mysterious because they’re hard to understand . . . like her. A powerful, deep connection with our partner (or lack of) will make or break a wild woman’s relationship.

She’s been through a lot and there’s more to come. She knows how to take the pain and keep moving . . . but don’t let her do it alone.

The times when she is being tested, when she’s down and out, is when she’ll need you the most. Yes, she can get through it on her own. Yes, she’s as strong as a pack of wolves, but although these are her tests, they are also yours. Tests to reveal your true intentions, your empathy, and your love to her. She needs to know she can count on you to have her back, when the waters are too rough and she can no longer control the tides. Support her and love her through it, even if you’re doing it from the shore. All she needs to know is you’re there and she can count on you during her struggles.

Don’t let her dominance scare you.

Wild women are natural leaders and healers. We know we are as equally important and needed, so we won’t settle for being controlled, dominated, or made to feel unimportant. She leads her own life. Any attempt to tame her will only hurt her and she will break free every time. She chooses her own road, so if it’s the wrong path, she has no one else to blame. Let her lead her own way, make her own path. Support her along the way but give your opinion on things.

Love her, but leave her wild.

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Megan Willis

Megan is a creative writer, mystical arts practitioner, and free-range mom of 2. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in Child Development and is a former Early Childhood teacher of 12 years. Megan enjoys spending time with her family, writing, gardening, Netflix & food! 🥰

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