Wilder Newsletter №5
By: Yael Wolfe
Tags: Women, Feminism, Self, Newsletter, Love

Wilder Newsletter №5

Virgo Full Moon, March 2020

Copyright Yael Wolfe

…The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show

On every tree a bucket with a lid,

And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.

The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.

They were content to figure in the trees

As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.

And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

-Robert Frost

Trust

The Sap Moon is here. The veins in the trees are thrumming with sweetness.

It’s interesting to me to think of this sweet lifeblood of trees running so freely at this time of year, at winter’s edge, just when you start to think the bitter cold will never end. You can’t see it…but it’s there.

Sometimes, I think this is a time of trust — trusting that there is something sweet and delicious and nourishing running just beneath the surface, where we cannot see it.

This moon, also called the Worm Moon, signals the first breath of spring. Depending on where you live, winter still might seem like it’s got a stranglehold on the earth, but no…we can trust that the seasons are changing, the sun is growing in strength, and flowers are about to bloom.

Getting wilder

Over the past moon cycle, I’ve had to come to terms with something that’s been…intense. I’m in the throes of perimenopause. I knew it was coming. I knew I was on the brink of it. But now that my irregular cycles are the new norm and after I experienced a terrible bout of hormone-induced depression, I had to face the fact that perimenopause is actually here. As you can imagine, I have a lot of feelings about this…

I also wrote about my journey as a writer and how important it is for writers to be patient. This road is a long one.

Another favorite piece was my selchie (selkie) poem that flowed out of me when I was feeling quite lost and lonely. It’s one of my favorite pieces that I’ve written in the past month.

Also of note:

The Importance of the Act of Blessing

Story-Keeping for My Grandaunts

What’s going on in my neck of the woods…

I’ve had some intense moments in my relationships over the past moon cycle, which included telling both Sunny and my sister about a painful incident I experienced late last year. (Yes, it really took me this long to tell them!) Both of them were incredibly forgiving and supportive and it made me realize how important it is to trust in other people and allow myself to be vulnerable and honest with loved ones.

On a particularly bright note, Baby Alex has started walking! It’s such a delight to see him toddling clumsily about. And his first birthday is next week. It blows my mind to think about what we’ve all been through over the past year — and him, in particular.

He’ll be going to the hospital before his birthday for one final round of tests (non-invasive, thankfully) which supposedly will allow his doctors to finally recommend a date for surgery (which is still tentatively expected in April or May).

Howling

In every Wilder newsletter, I want to take special notice of my fellow wild writers — particularly women. This month, I’d like to acknowledge the amazing Kaia Tingley 🌀, who writes about some of my favorite subjects, and who is bold and honest about her own journey with periomenopause.

I really love Meaghan Ward’s perspective on “sexual self-care.” I think it’s so important for women to claim their sexuality and pursue pleasure with a vengeance — and I love how Meaghan’s work reflects that, as well.

Lastly, the lovely Gwenna Laithland, who wrote a sexual bucket list (yes!!) for monogamous married couples that I love.

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Farewell for now

Though this has been an extremely emotional time, I’ve been blessed beyond words with friends who have been so supportive and loving. That’s the sap that’s running just beneath the surface in my life, sometimes unseen, but I know it’s there. And even on the hard days, I can feel spring coming. I can smell it in the air.

I know it’s going to be okay…

Love, Yael