Adored and Purring Through Life—A Wild Woman’s Guide to Being Worshiped

Cats really do have the best lives.

They’re wild AF—apex predators, expert hunters, sharp-clawed, lightning-fast, and utterly untamable when they choose to be.

And yet… when they feel safe, adored, and well-fed they soften into a puddle of purrs that could vibrate the pain right out of your body.

They offer healing through their being—not their doing.

Not because they owe it to anyone, not because they’re performing for love, but because they trust the space they’re in enough to let their guard down and share their frequency.

That’s the feminine in her full glory.

Able to stalk and strike, or nap and purr—depending on how safe, nourished, and respected she feels.

And this is what I’ve come to understand about being a woman, and why this blog begins not with a man, or a system, or a problem to fix—but with the one of Goddess’s sacred creatures.

Because when I look at my cats, I see the blueprint of how I want to live:

Wild.

Worshipped.

Overflowing with life.

The structure of love I give my cats, creates a life where they feel safe enough to purr and share their frequency with me.

Structure is for flow, not containment.

The human body is a perfect example: bones provide structure, but it’s the muscles, joints, tendons, and all the moving parts that keep it strong, fluid, and adaptable.

But the point of structure isn’t to become a statue.

The structure of any living thing is for the flow of Spirit—the movement of life.

When we build as women, it’s so more life can move through us.we are simultaneously and incubator, conduit, and generator for life.

We understand this when it comes to babies. More food, energy, time, money, sleep, and resources flow into us because new life is coming through. Yet how often do we consider this when it comes to our everyday creative life force energy?

How many of us cook, clean, run errands, give emotional support, manage a household, run a business—without even considering what we need to sustain it all?

Women understand our value is in service to life. That’s why we serve.

But who the fuck are you serving when you neglect yourself—the giver of life?

As much as men are in cognitive dissonance about our value, we are just as guilty of dismissing it.

So much so that we give our life force to everyone and everything… and leave ourselves the scraps.

It takes energy to grow life.

So whatever you’re pouring into the people around you, you need that much and more pouring back into you.

Let me show you what I mean.

This is one of my favorite times of the year for early rising and early evening walks because the lilies are in bloom!

When the first flowers started to bloom it was actually the white Casablanca lilies, which are another favorite:) Every day I’d come out and see more pop up, so I started to pick them all assuming there’d be more to grow back.

Unfortunately I picked all the ones that had bloomed and these lilies haven’t grown back in that patch since, and it’s because I took away the flower’s ability to keep pollinating and multiplying.

Makes me think of one of my 1:1 all the women who got married young while they were full of life, and then slowly watched their body and vibrancy whither away as they care for a family with little to no real support going back into her.

Everyone got the best of her, but now she’s unable to reproduce the same supple, fullness of life in her.

Sound familar to anyone?

Taking without giving

Giving without requiring enough in return

Back to the lilies, about a month later the white ginger lilies started popping up and I got excited again and started to pick them. Their fragrance filled my home and I could feel it soften me.

But what I noticed about the flowers was that after I picked them from the earth, they never bloomed as many blossoms as they would had they stayed in the ground. AND the flowers that did bloom never smelled as sweet.

How many of you have people in your life who enjoy the sweetness of your presence, expecting you be a comfort for them, but then discard you when your presence isn’t what they need?

Or worse, get mad when they’ve used up all your sweetness and blame you for not being able to give you more.

So I decided to wait until more flowers bloomed instead of hoarding them in my home. Once I saw the forest filling with flowers I decided that this time I would ask them before plucking them (I did muscle testing).

Flower after flower told me no. Even the ones with a tree trunk fallen over them who had still managed to blossom, said they didn’t want to come into my home. I even tried to convince them saying, “Surely it’s better to die with me being appreciated than growing on the ground with the potential of being trampled on.”

I thought how curious that the flowers would rather die free with the possibility of being trampled on and under appreciated, so I started asking them why, and the answer was so beautiful. And I feel this is what is at the heart of what all women, and all of nature desires.

“We like that you come spend time with us in the forest and enjoy our presence here. We appreciate how you clear the plants for us to we’re able to reach the sun. We’re sweeter, stronger, and live longer here in the wild. Which means every day you get to come experience how magnificent we really are.”

We’ve been taught as a society that when we see beauty, it is ours to take, rather than a presence to enjoy, or a privilege to nurture.

Beauty is a journey of becoming the fullness of what you are, not in others enjoying the bits and pieces of you while you whither way and die sooner.

And if it is a journey to become your full beauty, then it is a journey for others to be able to enjoy the fullness of you along the way.

Like the beauty and fragrance of these flowers moves me to spend more time in the forest enjoying what their presence brings, so too should the beauty of what you offer as a woman move others to enjoy your fullness rather than take from it.

And because I’ve moved myself to enjoy nature where she is, my cats also get to explore, I get to practice my body movements, and have evolved into the caretaker of this island of forest. All this movement simply by being inspired to enjoy a flower!

Not because someone is paying me to, or because I feel guilted into it, but because I enjoy caring for the paths I walk, being able to have clear access to the river, not worrying about snakes hiding in the overgrown grass…

I care for the wild so I may revel in the wild that grows around me.

And in caring for the land I have understood how much work it takes to keep things clear so that I am able to enjoy life.

Imagine if I just let that jungle keep growing.

There’d be no way to enter it safely.

Or my landlord would “handle it”, and I’ve seen what he’ll do when I ask him to trim the grass, he takes the “short cut” and kills everything with glyphosate. All that shit going right into the ground, the two river beds that surround the island, and into all the insects and animals who feed off the earth.

How many of you are taking “short cuts” hoping you can bypass the hard work, when all you’re really doing is creating more issues that harm you and those around you?

So I pull the weeds, cut overgrown branches, remove fallen trees off the paths, cut the grass with my machete, keep the riverbed clear of over grown reeds…

Because I see my oneness with everything around me.

Because I love myself and the earth I came from.

So I do my part to ensure the land I have access to is cared for.

This is all we’re able to do is care for the land we came from and the land we have access to, and this is exactly what women and mother earth are asking for.

Are we asking for special treatment?

ABSO-FUCKEN-LUTELY we are!

Just like those lilies required special treatment to be able to multiply, grow, and be sweeter in fragrance, so too do you -DEAR WOMAN- require special treatment to multiply, grow, and be the sweetest, most beautiful flower possible.

Let’s take my cats as another example.

I’ve had several over the years, and as I’ve become more emotionally sensitive and attuned to body language, I’ve been able to read each of my cat’s personalities, traits, and behaviors and respond to each of them uniquely.

Sweetie likes beef and tuna, Willow is more a fan of chicken and tuna. They both like organs, but Sweetie will only eat beef organs and not chicken organs. Yes, she is able to discern the difference and I cannot fool her.

Sweetie loves to play right after breakfast, then eat some kibbles with accompanying butt scratches. Willow immediately goes hunting for mice after breakfast and could care less about kibbles and butt scratches.

Sweetie loves to nap inside during the day, Willow is out exploring.

Sweetie has softer purrs, Willow’s purrs shake his entire body and are LOUD!

But guess what they both really love?

When it’s just the two of us on forest walks, they are ALWAYS more affectionate!

Rubbing all over my legs and feet, allowing me to carry them like royalty throughout the forest, sitting on my lap for long cuddles and massages.

When it’s the three of us, the two cats are more playful and explorative. But 1:1 they love to be near and on me.

After we get home and they go for their second snack and nap, I find myself adoring them even while they sleep. Massaging, petting, holding, kissing, telling them how much I love and cherish them.

Cats are like the embodiment of feminine energy. They require you to understand and respond to them uniquely, and when you do, their trust with you and love for you are unmatched.

And it’s not like they DO anything for us. Like my cats aren’t paying my bills, making my dinner, or cleaning my house. I do that. What they DO is be their wild self and surrender into the love I have for them. That’s it.

And THEN I get to enjoy the cuddles, adventures, and purrs.

What I have learned from how they BE is that the more I trust my own sensitivities and honor the messages they bring, the safer I feel to relax into the wildness of love.

And relaxing into love does not mean we lose our wildness, control of ourselves, or become any less of an apex predator it means we’ve learned the needs of our wild terrain and are moving accordingly.

Even with my cats being apex predators, they aren’t charging into the jungle like they own the place. They look around, observe, sniff, slowly approach, crouch, prowl… there is an art form to how they move.

So too with you.

You are art in motion because you are creation in motion

What are you creating?

How are you moving?

What are the structures you need in place to bring that creation to life?

In body language our bones are the structure (what we are built for), and how the muscles, tissues, tendons, etc fill out the form, tell us how we are ful-filling our structure.

The structure of a woman is intended to take in nourishment for the expansion of life. First in her because she’s the one giving life, and then into the people, situations, and resources that come from her or are organized by her.

The reason we pay CEO’s the large salaries we do is because they oversee the entire operation. They are responsible for making sure all the parts are functioning properly. CEO’S aren’t doing each part themselves; they hire the right professionals and teams to handle the various needs required to keep operations moving.

This is the role of women, except we are ALSO the creator and the actual life force going into the creation of the bigger dream.

When you understand your nature is a Creator and CEO, you understand that Creators and CEO’s have LOTS OF NEEDS AND HIGH EXPECTATIONS in order to get the creative project completed.

You are meant to be needy because your dreams are FUCKEN HUGE!

Cuz what we ain’t gonna do is make a masterpiece out of trash.

We’re gonna source the best materials, include only the best professionals, and create a life we’re able to purr through.

I had a glimpse of what that feels like in real life on my walk with Sweetie today. It was just the two of us and there was a moment we were sitting on some large rocks by the river and she came up next to me. I pulled her in sort of like a standing hug and was gently petting her and telling her I adore her. I gave her neck a scratch and could feel the vibration of her purrs.

I burst into laughter.

Her life as a cat is sooooo fucken good that she’s purring as she’s walking through her life!

And why wouldn’t she be purring?!

She gets raw meat every day

Hunts and explores whenever she desires

Goes on daily walks with me

Has comfy cat boxes and perches around the house for her cat naps

Gets butt scratches with her kibbles

Is told multiple times a day how much she’s loved, adored, appreciated, cared for, and has a momma for life

AND I picked out a best friend/brother for her to explore, play and cuddle with

THAT’S THE KIND OF LIFE I’M BUILDING!

All of my needs abundantly met, adored every moment of my life, just being myself, and FUCKEN PURRING THROUGH IT ALL!

I feel like all of us women would LOOOOOOVE to be able to purr their way through life.

I have my moments of purr, but find them being interrupted often by men who love to take from women when they feel full. Just the other day I was in town purring through life, smile on my face, slightly humming under my breath.

The first fucken dude I look up to and offered my smile to, I don’t see joy light up in him because I’m in my joy, or because he’s grateful to see a woman feeling good. His joy is from looking me up and down wondering which part of me he’d like to take first if he only could.

I got so angry in that moment because I see how men long for beauty, and how women long to soften into their beauty, but men have never been taught how to value beauty.

They’re used to plucking flowers through porn, movies, dating apps, sex workers, OF, bullshit tantra. Or worse—raping women and children whenever they feel like it.

And then having the structures in place that let them get away with it!

I’m fucken sick of it.

Women are sick of it.

For fuck’s sake, women are not for the sexual gratification of men!

We’re the fucken creative force of nature that is to be reckoned with, SON!

We’re beautiful flowers that should inspire men to get up early in the morning when their fragrance is the sweetest, then make the trek to the forest to be able to have the privilege of enjoying them in their wild state.

NOT to pluck and take home to selfishly enjoy it’s shortened, muted life.

The purpose of our existence, women, is to inspire men to move with the rhythm of creation, not be their little slave bitches here to make their life easier!

And we show them how to move by how we move…

We show them how to build by how we build ourselves…

We show them how to love by being the standard that says, “If you would like to enjoy the fullness of my love, then you will learn what it means to love me."

No man is your source of safety.

No man is here to contain your power.

A man is here to be the movement of God…

To be moved by his own inspiration of love that drives him to give back to the ones who give life!

If a man has not passed this threshold…

If he is not kissing your feet like you kiss the feet of the children and animals you adore…

If he is not providing the best food, physical comforts, and safe places to explore life like you do for your own children and pets…

If he is not showering your with genuine gratitude, reminding you of how precious your are, and declaring his love for you like you do for your own children or pets…

Then he’s still a boy.

You desire a life that purrs?

Then stop fucken with the spiritual men-children.

Like for real, it’s a form of spiritual neglect and predatory behavior.

Because here’s the truth, spiritual mama: you are always a creator-always a spiritual mother.

So if you’re already aware he ain’t cut out for what you really need, if you’re aware he has not emotionally and spiritually matured, and you still entertain his childish behavior, you’re the fucken enabling problem here!

As a spiritual mother you understand what it takes to bring something to life, and you deprive men-children of their opportunity to mature when you keep accepting their shitty terms of engagement.

And at the root of your acceptance of his shitty behavior is a sneaky little bastard called “co-dependency” that thinks you need to be connected to him to survive.

When in fact the truth is MEN must be connected to WOMEN to survive, and women must also be connected to other women to survive.

The Divine order for everyone is coming back to the feminine Soul, not the male Ego (read the blog before this for more on this).

Nobody needs the Ego to survive, the Ego needs the Soul to exist!

So for any woman or man to rely on Ego, men, or male energy as their source of stability, direction, or containment, is to invert reality and become co-dependent on being accepted by Ego, men, and male energy.

The Ego was never the standard to live by, but the one who lives out the standards set by the Soul.

You are it, woman.

Be big.

Be needy.

Have ginormous expectations.

Choose the best always.

Say no to leftovers.

Take the trash out.

Stick to your plans.

Choose your co-creators wisely because

You are Goddess’s representative, now BE IT.

And never, ever shrink for an Ego that cannot fathom the wild.

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