Original illustration and words by Kamalini Govender.
The following poem takes inspiration from the wolf rules (below) by Jungian analyst and cantadora Clarissa Pinkola Estes in Women Who Run With the Wolves (1992).
How often do you howl?
Once? Twice? Between routine? Never?
How often do you breathe
the night air as the moonlight seduces your skin?
How often do you laugh?
Without the pretenses, the awkwardness, the social niceties
digging its heels into your chest?
How often do you love
the moment, the earth, the stranger in yourself?
How often do you apologize?
How often do you break ?
How often do you whisper your magic on the wind?
There in the chaos bridled with tenderness
she makes a fire from old sticks.
There she slips off her clothes and lets the night
tell her stories of the times before cages.
Before man’s touch became ice.
Before man’s touch breathed fear.
Before the invention of trust and cupcakes.
With freedom singing through her hair
and inspiration quivering in her heart
She howls. She howls.She howls.