In the Before Times of February 2020, when the world was as it was, I felt the call. Lian Brook-Tyler’s Waking the Wild Feminine stirred something within me. I harboured misgivings, of course. The thought of joining an intimate women’s circle (with all that nourishing going on) was vaguely repellant to me. And still, I answered the call.

Something wiser than me understood it was time to wake up. Time to fall to the ground and dig in the dirt. Time to seek out the lost pieces of gold in the darkness. I never really saw the strength in shadow. I thought that shadows, being shadows, were passing figments of my imagination. They were mere reflections of stormy thoughts—gloomy phases to be feared, braced and weathered, until the sun returned to my body and mind. I didn’t know there was magic and medicine to be found there, if only I’d had the courage to look. A few moons later, with sisters in digital square circle as witness, I vowed to walk on the wild-soul side.

Months afterwards, I almost strayed from this tenderfoot path. My head was turned by the formal, structured, traditional, trodden ways. The ways that end with recognised letters after your name. Where you become an expert in other people’s already-made ideas. The pull was strong. My mind weighed up the pros and cons and came up with a way to bend me to fit the box. It almost worked …

… until I remembered my commitment to myself.

I realised that unless I am willing to walk this wildish path … unless I am willing to go down in the dark, digging for treasure disguised as old bones … unless I am willing to gather up the unclaimed, the untamed, the (w)ho(l)ly, the brand new offering … unless I am willing to be in my body … unless I do all this … walk this path back to all of me … my life will never change … and I will have nothing of lasting value to offer the world.

Angela’s Flashes is a container for exploring this off-beat path and sharing the discoveries of this mid-life rewilding. It is a space to honour this season of my life and this process of becoming. To retrace the threads that connect the wide open, naked girl I was in the picture at the top of this page, to the woman emerging now. All of you is welcome to journey with me.