What Women Who Run with the Wolves Wants Us to Remember
A healing journey, going through transitions, reclaiming their voice, or seeking a deeper understanding of themselves beyond roles like daughter, wife, mother, etc.
There are books that educate. Books that entertain. And then, there are books that awaken.
Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés is not a light read. It’s a remembering—a return to the deepest parts of our intuition, creativity, and feminine knowing that the modern world has tried to silence.
When I first opened its pages, I felt it immediately: this wasn’t just a book—it was an invitation. A mirror. A guide.
And as I continued reading, I realized something:
This is the work. This is what we’ve been trying to put into words.
The very heartbeat of The Feminine Ethos lives within these pages.
It’s about coming home to ourselves—again and again.
It’s about reclaiming the parts we buried to survive.
It’s about peeling back the layers of conditioning, roles, and expectations to meet the wild woman who’s been waiting for us underneath it all.
Why this matters now
So many of us are walking around high-functioning but spiritually starved. We’ve built resumes, families, businesses—beautiful, meaningful things. And yet, underneath the surface, there’s often a soft whisper that says:
“There’s more.”
More to feel. More to create.
More of you that wants to come alive.
Estés writes about this wild woman archetype—not as someone outside of us, but as our original essence. She’s the part of us that knows how to grieve, how to trust our gut, how to create with fire and destroy with purpose. She’s instinctive. Intuitive. Deeply connected to cycles, to symbols, to soul.
And we don’t need to become her—we already are her. We just forgot.
How this ties into the work we’re doing together
Every circle we’ve hosted, every retreat we’ve designed, every word we write here is really about this same journey:
A return. A rewilding. A sacred reclamation.
The stories Estés shares in this book are metaphors for the path we walk when we choose ourselves.
The path of unbecoming.
The path of choosing truth over perfection.
The path of learning to trust the howl in our throat rather than swallow it.
And that’s why I’m writing this.
Not just to recommend a book—but to invite you into a deeper conversation with your own wildness.
Coming next: A deeper dive
Later this week, I’ll be sharing a deeper exploration of some of the chapters in the book that resonated with me the most. Exploring some of the lessons about boundaries, instinct, and the dangerous cost of ignoring our inner voice.
But today, I just want you to sit with this question:
What parts of your wild self have you silenced… just to stay safe?
Let’s remember together. Let’s howl.
The wild within us has waited long enough.
With love,
The Feminine Ethos
P.S. If you’ve read the book—or are reading it now—I’d love to hear from you in the comments. Let’s turn this space into a little fireside circle.