The Wild Woman has a deep love of Nature, A love for the Ancient Mother, though possibly misunderstood, It has always been in her. When she goes into the wilderness a part of her is Soul is going home.
The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul. (AWESOME whomever wrote this and sent it THANKS!
To the Wild Woman being spiritual means: whispering to trees, laughing with flowers, falling in love with sunsets, consulting the waters and worshipping the stars at night. One hand to her heart and one hand touching Mother Earth.