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312 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 10, 2018
To be Wild isn't "to live radically, one with the primality of nature, without any rules or boundaries", as Dulsky asserts here ... It's learning how to play by a different set of them entirely ... Because the Wilds aren't nearly as uncultured or feral as the uninitiated think they are- and the true Wild Goddesses are far more demanding than you think; to be "untamed and uncultivated and free" is not, by default, to be uncultured or feral- and that's certainly not what the Wilds are about, nor what they offer.
To be "feral", in fact, is to be dangerously, aggressively, and disastrously against rules, balance, or the very structure of the Wilds; to be against the healthy order of nature itself; to be sick, and uncontrolled ... The Wilds are not feral. If they are, there is something wrong. Because ferality is an illness; to be feral is to be sick- to be rabid.
To be uncultured, itself, is to exist without etiquette, or rules, or systems. And the Wilds may not be concerned with the trappings and politics of urban / domestic / cultivated society specifically… But they most certainly do, have always had, and will always have their own structure, rules, and hierarchies of their own; they do, in fact, have plenty of their own “fences” so-to-speak. And they demand these hierarchies and boundaries be respected.
We'll always do well to remember that. Because crossing over the wrong boundaries, even unintentionally, can mean the literal difference between life and death in the true Wilds. And the Wilds won’t show you any mercy when you do, because they give you plenty of warning as to where those boundaries lay, well before you're ever in any danger of crossing them in the first place ... It's not their fault that you didn't pay attention to the signs that were handed to you- let alone bother learning their language before you entered.
And quite frankly it's annoying to be called a "Priestess" of the Wilds every other paragraph as a matter of "recognizing my sovereignty" and "affirming my authority"; the irony of the cover being a creamy pink and somewhat shiny / glittery (at least on my screens) while the author uses pink and glitter both to deride the softer, feminine images of the same vague "Goddess" (multiple times), also isn't lost on me.