The Revolution Is Here
You’re not broken. You’re burning.
And the world is starving for your fire.
The Wild Is Waking
I remember the first time I mounted a horse in Iceland.
Helmet on, heart pounding—
I knew immediately: this was not a pony ride.
This was power. Raw, wild, and undiluted.
And she was letting me near her.
Not because I tamed her.
Because she chose me.
She could’ve bucked me off. Killed me on a whim.
That’s the thing about wildness:
It is sovereign. It is sensual. It is not here to be controlled.
And I’ve come to realize—so many women carry this same energy.
But we’ve been trained to hide it. Repackage it. Make it cuter.
Make it plastic. Make it palatable.
Like My Little Pony.
Why Do Women Hold back their fire?
Because we live inside a double bind so old,
it lives in our nervous systems.
Speak too clearly?
You risk triggering a man’s shame.
We’ve been taught—his inadequacy is the most dangerous thing in the room.
So we fawn.
We buffer our truth. We become “good women.”
Soft. Strategic. “Safe.”
But if we don’t?
If we show up in our full aliveness—desire, grief, rage, clarity—
we are often left.
By men.
And sometimes… by other women.
Women who learned to stay safe by dimming.
Who feel the sting of their own silence
when another woman dares to want more.
So, we make ourselves small. Not because we’re weak—
but because we’ve felt the cost of being big.
Because we’re wise.
But let’s be clear:
There is no safety in shrinking. Only a slow death.
The fire doesn’t go away.
It just turns inward. And it burns.
To the Woman on the Edge...
You feel it, don’t you?
That thrum beneath the skin.
That hunger that won’t be reasoned away.
You’ve learned to glow just enough to stay alive—
but not enough to truly feel alive.
And when the fire has nowhere to go,
it doesn’t wait patiently.
It coils beneath your ribs.
It sears behind your eyes.
It scorches the soft parts from the inside out.
And still—you carry it. Alone.
But you’re not broken. You’re cloaked.
And your body remembers.
This Isn't just self-work. It's Ecological Repair.
We are an endangered species.
Not extinct—endangered.
And without wild, instinctual, fully alive women:
~ The world forgets how to nourish itself.
~ Desire dries up.
~ Beauty becomes one-dimensional.
~ Everything becomes efficient, but lifeless.
And the worst part?
We’ve been living in an ecosystem of endangered women so long,
we don’t even realize what’s missing.
Who This Is For
This is for the woman who has been told she’s too much.
Too loud. Too soft. Too angry. Too hungry.
Too alive.
It’s for the one who once burned hot, holy, and bright—
but learned to dim so she could survive.
It’s for the woman who carries disappointment like sediment in her bones—
who dared to reach for more and was left aching.
She wonders if she asked too much, wanted too deeply, opened too wide.
She hasn’t stopped wanting. She’s just stopped expecting to be met.
It’s for the woman whose body holds unspoken violations—
whose boundaries were crossed, whose fire was buried.
Not because she’s broken,
but because her system knew exactly how to keep her safe.
She is not behind. She is sacred.
It’s for the woman who carries rage in her jaw and behind her eyes—
rage that has been shamed, silenced, exiled.
Not because it’s dangerous. But because it’s true.
She is ready to stop apologizing for her power.
It’s for the woman who is hungry—
for beauty, for sex, for God, for sisterhood, for a place to belong.
For a world where she doesn’t have to explain why she wants what she wants.
It’s for the woman who has been navigating this fire alone.
Who never stopped burning—she just thought she had to do it in secret.
Her work is not to reignite what was lost.
It’s to remember what was never gone.
The Work We Do In Feral Female:
- We uncloak the fire—gently, powerfully, in sovereign rhythm
- We build relational fields where women don’t have to manage their grief, their bigness, their pleasure
- We practice rewilding, not performance
- We return to instinct—to the rhythm of nature herself
- We reclaim erotic innocence and embodied power
- We stop shrinking to survive—and remember how to burn
The Details
This is not a course. This is a reclamation.
A 12-week return to the wild intelligence of your body,
your truth, and your fire—
without apology, without performance, without shame.
Each week, you’ll receive:
• A potent teaching to reawaken your innate knowing
• A guided meditation to drop you back into your body
• A micropractice to root this work into your daily life
This isn’t content you rush through.
It’s medicine you let change you—gently, fiercely, in rhythm with your own becoming.
We’ll gather inside a private Facebook group—a space for ritual, witnessing, and support.
I’ll be there weekly with LIVE transmissions, answering questions and speaking to what’s alive in the field.
You’ll also receive three intimate LIVE Zoom workshops to deepen the work in real time:
~ Saturday, October 4th at 11am PT
~ Saturday, Oct 18th at 11am PT
~ Saturday, Nov 8th at 11am PT
Each call is approx. 2 hours and will be recorded for you.
These aren’t lectures.
They’re labs—a space to bring what’s real, what’s raw, what’s rising.
To workshop the edges.
To let the work land in your body, your voice, your life.
Start Date: September 23rd (NEW START DATE)
Duration: 12 weeks
Includes: Teachings, meditations, micropractices, private group space, LIVE coaching, and lifetime access to the content
Live Zoom Calls: Oct 4th, Oct 18, Nov 8 @ 11am PST
Investment: $3,333 or 3 monthly payments of $1333
You don’t need to be more healed.
You don’t need to be more ready.
You just need to be done dimming
This Is How The World Changes.
Rosa Parks didn’t move because it was safe.
She moved because silence had become more unbearable than risk.
That is the threshold we stand on now.
Not when it’s safe.
But because it’s time.
🐝 We are like the Bees.
We are an endangered species.
And like the bees, our disappearance threatens everything.
Because without wild, instinctual, fully alive women…
nothing can bloom.
But now—
We protect.
We rewild.
We return to each other.
We restore the hive.
Because when women exist fully and freely, everything blooms.