The Wild Woman archetype is a concept developed by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, author and Jungian psychologist, in her book Women Who Run With the Wolves. According to Estés, the Wild Woman represents the instinctive, natural essence of women—an essence that has been suppressed and repressed by patriarchal society.

The Wild Woman is free, creative, and independent. She embodies the raw force of nature and is often symbolically connected to animals like the wolf, panther, or mare. She is deeply attuned to her instincts and emotions, unafraid to express anger or sadness. However, the Wild Woman is often misunderstood and stigmatized, portrayed as a witch, a madwoman, or a dangerous figure. As a result, women have been conditioned to suppress their wild nature, conforming to restrictive societal norms.

Estés encourages women to reconnect with their wild essence, as doing so can help them reclaim their true voice and inner power. Embracing this archetype means celebrating femininity authentically and without shame, breaking free from the limiting expectations of society. Ultimately, the Wild Woman represents strength, creativity, and freedom—an invitation to live fully and authentically.

In July 2022, I began my personal journey into the chapter of the Wild Woman—a chapter I would only start truely in July 2023 and close on 10/10 of October 2024, with the creation of a video and poetry to encapsulate its essence. Over these two years, I deepened my work with Erotica, but I also found myself caught in many loops, confronting the shadows of my nature and the societal expectations I had internalized.

It was only by stepping away from the city and immersing myself in the forest of Sintra that I began to truly embody my wildest self. In the stillness of the forest, surrounded by the wisdom of plants and the raw elements, I found a profound connection with nature. It was there that I allowed myself to be the woman I had always known I was—a woman unbound by societal constraints, free to embrace her instincts, creativity, and power.

This process was both transformative and liberating. It was a reclamation of my feminine essence, my voice, and my connection to the Wild Woman archetype. It was an act of stepping into stillness, into my truth, and into the untamed depths of my being.

Storytelling & Model : Anne Colin

Video & Editing : Sara Goudsblom

I had to die. Leave everything behind.
Shed my skins, my old habits. Forsake the comforts, the illusory tales.
Let the masks fall, the inherited beliefs, the imposed boundaries.

æAnd then, be reborn, for the very last time.

It’s dark, it’s warm,
I could faint,
Yet I breathe,
Like a distant echo,
This life that once gave me birth.

Beneath the earth, I rise again,
In silence and peace,
In deep communion,
Resonating with the vastness of its song.

Today, the hour has come. I begin my walk anew. It was there, in the soul’s darkness, at the heart of my long-awaited silence, that I finally heard it.
Its cry.
The long-lost call of my wild, deep, visceral nature.

I found my land, from which I had harbored a deep, forgotten longing. This land, so familiar, yet unknown.

The guardians of the earth are ancient souls, bearers of the ancestral memory of forests, mountains, and rivers. More than protectors of the physical world, they keep watch over the spirits of these places, the silent voices of the wind and the whispers of the soil. Rooted in the wisdom of nature, they know how to listen to the earth, to read the signs in the dew, and to feel the pulse of roots beneath their bare feet.

These women embody an intimate bond with creation, reminding us that the earth is not a resource, but a living being to be revered. They carry the cycles of birth, death, and rebirth in their flesh, with the energy of the earth flowing through them like rivers.

They safeguard forgotten traditions, threatened forests, and endangered species. With their hands, they shape the earth, plant seeds, gather herbs, and transform matter into life.

Their spirits remind us that we are all children of the earth, and that to thrive, we must live in harmony with her. They whisper, "Remember where you come from, for that is where your strength lies."

They embody the wild and intuitive, those who listen deeply, who walk with wisdom and reverence, ever reminding us that we are not above nature, but part of its fragile balance.

They are the bearers of life, of care, and transformation, keeping the earth’s soul alive in every breath they take, in every action they perform.

How many women here have heard the call?

They have walked barefoot, alone, guided by their instincts, by a flame that no force could extinguish.

They have blazed wild and free trails, searching for a greater truth.

Today it is my turn; I walk in their footsteps, in eternal echo of this endless movement. Untamable, powerful. I vibrate with my essence. My creative madness revels, shameless and boundless.

I learned to read the signs of this ever-changing, demanding nature, to observe the cycles of the seasons, to honor the elements that surround them.

I have become a vessel of this ancient wisdom. I embrace the responsibility. I remember the voices of the elders, who whispered prayers to the wind. It is by walking barefoot on the earth, plunging my hands into the soil, invoking ancient memories, that I feel and honor the presence of these guides.

The earth is calm beside the roaring ocean.
The earth is beautiful, clothed in divine modesty.

The air is cool, the wind caresses my skin, a gentle messenger.
It brings the salt spray of the playful ocean.

Soon, I will be his.
And there, cradled in the eternity that belongs to us, I will plunge into him.

My heart, my soul, purified,
Healed, forgiven,
From a past erased,
My spirit, freed.

Every day,
The call resounds within me,
It rumbles,
Tearing through the silent night.

As dusk descends,
I become the Amazon.
I am the wild woman,
Hungry for mystery,
And the salty air,
In my wind-swept hair,
Caressed by the moon,
Her full gaze,
This blue star watching over us.
Together,
We dance,
Flowing in the eternal rhythm
Of cosmic, infinite time.