The Rise of the Wild Woman

Creative power as activism

The rise of the Wild Woman is inextricably linked to the creative power that women naturally carry. This power goes back to the oldest times, when early communities shaped their lives around the cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth. Archaeological findings show figurines of women with strong, round shapes: symbols of fertility and creative force. Solid curves — not the slender ideals we know today — but abstract, rounded images that represented the essence of life itself.

In those times, feminine creative power was the foundation of existence. Women were the bringers of life. Excavated bone structures reveal that women developed robust physical strength, often due to their vital role in gathering food and sustaining the community. Life and survival were directly tied to feminine primal power.

Photo I took in July 2024 near Knossos, Heraklion – a striking mural of the Snake Priestess by a local street artist. A fierce, modern echo of ancient feminine power

With the rise of patriarchal systems, that image changed. The reverence for the woman and her creative force was systematically pushed into the background. During the Middle Ages, this reached a deep low point with the witch burnings — a brutal persecution of women still connected to nature and their intuitive wisdom, who used that wisdom in service of their communities. Women’s rights have only existed for a tiny fraction of our history. Just a few generations. Yet that ancient power remained beneath the surface: repressed, but never destroyed.

The stories of the goddesses changed too. Where they once embodied the Great Mystery, their images were gradually adapted to fit the logic of male-dominated societies. What was once a wild, living field of creative power was reduced to rigid frames and fixed roles.

Today, more and more women feel the call to reconnect with that creative force. The rise of the Wild Woman is not a spiritual trend. It is a deep remembering of who we truly are. She lives in every woman who dares to follow her own rhythm, to listen to her body, and to reclaim her power — not from the outside, but from the deepest layers within.

For a long time, this power lived in me like an underground current, dormant beneath old patterns and beliefs. Until my life came to a standstill — and the Wild Woman refused to be ignored any longer. My journey back to her did not begin with a conscious choice. It came from necessity.

Crisis as a portal

The Wild Woman didn’t arrive gently. I met her among the ruins of everything that once felt familiar. She didn’t come during a moment of inspiration, but in a moment of deep crisis — a crisis that hurled me off the path I had been walking. I was burning. My body felt like a storm. My nerves sparked like lightning through my system. I couldn’t walk up the stairs without hyperventilating.

But the crisis had a purpose. It cleared space. Because the old no longer worked. And in its absence, something new could finally emerge.

I had reached rock bottom. And there, in that emptiness, I encountered something I had never truly met before: my softness. For the first time, I was soft enough with myself to allow in help. And that help didn’t come in the form of dramatic breakthroughs or intense experiences like breathwork or plant medicine, nor in therapies that remain stuck in the head while leaving the body out of the picture.

What I needed was a different way of healing. I had to slow down. My body was crying out for presence. Not just any presence — but the deep feminine holding that would allow me to feel my womanhood again. From safety. From embodiment. A space where my soul could return to its home in my soft, female body.

No more rushing. No more fixing. Just sitting in the field, with my feet on the earth, learning how to be here.

The initiation

I grew up in a household where spirituality was considered normal. But what I saw raised as many questions as it offered answers. My mother once followed the path of tantra, guided by her partner, an experienced tantrica. That path never resonated with me. My father was devoted to yoga and meditation — his spiritual world was deep, but closed. As a child I watched it all, full of wonder, but also confusion. I learned that spirituality could be both a source and a form of escape. And so the belief grew in me that if you made your work spiritual, it would eventually go wrong.

And yet, that was where my calling lay. When my life came to a halt, I decided: I will do it my way.

I chose two tracks. One path where I learned to work with the body — trauma healing, nervous system regulation, body-based work. Learning to understand the body as a living compass that shows the way toward restoration and connection, step by step, instead of via the mind. And another path where I learned to work with energy — focused on direct application, sensing, experiencing, and practicing. Working with universal energy fields, subtle layers, and the opening and harmonizing of blockages — in the body and beyond.

One brought me into my body. The other into my mission. And slowly, I began to weave the two together. At the crossroads of these two paths, I found myself again. That’s where I began to hear my own voice, feel my own grounding, and weave my own magic.

My Work

Everything I do is rooted in one core principle: safety in the body. Without that foundation, you can’t land, can’t feel, can’t create — let alone transform. I work with women who have become estranged from their raw feminine core. Their fire. Their voice. Their pelvis. Their grounding. Together, we bring movement where things are stuck. Not by doing more, but by shedding layers. Un-wrapping. Slowing down. Coming home.

My sessions, circles, programs, and retreats are deeply rooted in embodiment and trauma-informed guidance. We don’t work with just your head, but with your whole system. From that place of deep contact, we open the door to intuitive knowing, creative power, and embodied presence. Not as a fleeting experience, but as a grounded integration — something you can carry forward. In your relationships. In your work. In your daily life.

My work is an invitation to reclaim the parts of yourself you lost along the way — and not just to feel them, but to embody them. To live them. Creative power is an act of inner leadership. Not as a final destination, but as a living beginning.

The Wild woman today

For me, the rise of the Wild Woman is not an abstract concept. It is an act of activism. All around the world, women are remembering their primal selves, their creative force, and their inner knowing. I’ve been walking that path for years. I live and breathe the Wild Woman. That is the ground I build upon — and what I want to share. With every woman who longs to carry herself again. In every circle we co-create. In every step back to our own soft bodies, to our deepest inner wisdom.

Because true change does not begin outside of us.
It begins deep within.