“It is time” sings the little swift to me when I am outside hanging up the freshly washed laundry.
“It is time” whisper the pine trees at the little sacred hill where I play with the dogs.
“It is time” roars the water that falls down the rocks in the valley between Sorradile and Ardauli.
“It is time” blows the wind that carries with him the salty scent of the sea.
“It is time” shines the sun with all her heat that makes me want to take of my clothes and dance between the flowers.
Time for what you might ask?
Time to come home.
Time to break free.
Time to stop.
Time to breathe.
Time to laugh.
Time to cry.
Time to know.
Time to return to your wild nature.
Time to gather in this beautiful, mesmerising, authentic and mystic little village in the heart of Sardinia. Time to share your wonder, your pain, your wisdom and your heart. Time to let go, grab hold, stop and go on. Time to ask the questions and find the answers. Yes, it is time, again.
I remember each gathering with the warmest feeling and lightest of hearts. It is an experience of all the senses; all the feels, laughs, hugs, tears and endless talks. It’s resonance lingers long after we go our separate ways again. The connection remains, strong and deep, anchored in our souls.
Every time it is different. Everything that is needed will arise, exist and manifest. I guide the energies that are present, whether they are in plain sight or waiting and wanting to be revealed. I hold a safe space for all of us to stay open, vulnerable and curious. Transformation, revelation, consolation and relaxation are our guests of honour. We all change. We are all affected. And happier for it.
The wildish nature does not require a woman to be a certain color, a certain education, a certain lifestyle or economic class … in fact, it cannot thrive in an atmosphere of enforced political correctness, or by being bent into old burnt-out paradigms. It thrives on fresh sight and self-integrity. It thrives on its own nature. So, whether you are an introvert or extrovert, a woman-loving woman, a man-loving woman, or a God-loving woman, or all of the above: Whether you are possessed of a simple heart or the ambitions of an Amazon, whether you are trying to make it to the top or just make it through tomorrow, whether you be spicy or somber, regal or roughshod—the Wild Woman belongs to you. She belongs to all women.
Estés, Dr. Clarissa Pinkola. Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
When: 08 June to 11 June
Where: Su Ferreri in Sorradile (Sardinia)
What: We gather for four days to share, connect and rewild.
How much: 75 Euro per night per person, breakfast & lunch, program included
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