This is your invitation to come on an adventure!
One that starts with that fateful, fairy-tale knock at the door to your deep female psyche.
I want those old, buried memories to stir within you.
And come back to life.
Because deep within you there’s that memory of your absolute, undeniable and irrevocable kinship with the wild feminine.
It’s a relationship that may have become ghostly with neglect, buried deep by over-domestication, and outlawed by the prevailing culture.
You may have forgotten her names, and you may not answer when she calls yours.
But, in your bones, you know her.
So, come on in. It’s great to see you!
How are you? Any news? Your hair looks nice!
Can I get you anything, tea? Coffee? A spicy chai?
Sit, sit, I’ve put the kettle on, now let me just find where I’ve stashed the good biscuits…
I’m so glad we can finally do this!
You know how it is; we get so busy with life that we forget to give time to the important things.
Then again, modern life isn’t designed with human connection in mind, is it?
We’re so caught up in our individual device dictatorships that we’ve completely lost connection to each other – to our people and to ourselves!
And you yearn toward her because you know she belongs to you and you to her.
In fact, you were born into this fundamental, elemental and essential relationship. Your essence was derived from it.
And there are moments when you experience her, however fleetingly, which make you mad with wanting to reclaim her.
This vitalising “taste of the wild” usually comes to you during the miracle of change within yourself; when you tend to your needs and your desires as you would a beloved garden.
And glimpses of her come to you through sights of great beauty.
While watching the splendour of a sunset over the water, seeing your cat sprawled blissfully in a sliver of sunlight, or when admiring the perfectly shaped tiny nose of your newborn babe.
A sense of her comes to you through sound – in music that excites your heart, moves you from within and calls your soul out to dance under the full moon.
She reaches out to you through the written and spoken word – in poems and stories, or sometimes in just a single word that enters you like a storm come to clear the fog.
And she stirs you to remember – even just for an instant – what substance you’re really made from.
And where your true home is.
Your longing for her intensifies when you happen across another who has secured this wildish relationship within her.
And your longing for her increases every time you realise you have given too little time to your mystic cook-fire, your dream time, your own creative life, your life’s work and your true loves.
Those fleeting moments come to you, both through beauty as well as loss that makes you so bereft, so agitated, that you can no longer resist and begin to pursue your wild, creative nature.
Then you leap into the forest, or into the desert, or into the snow, and you run hard.
Your eyes scan the ground, your hearing is sharply tuned, you search under, search over, search for a clue, a remnant, a sign that she still lives, that you have not lost your chance.
And when you pick up that trail – like many women before you – you ride hard to catch up.
You clear off your desk, clear off old relationships, clear out your mind, turn a new page, insist on a break, break the rules, stop the world… for you are not going on without her any longer.
And that’s usually when you meet me.
I’m Eva, your guide back to your creative source.
As an autistic adult, I’m very chaotic on the inside.
I’ve made it my life’s work to tame my inner chaos, that pure source of creative energy, so that I can find wild creativity and connect with inspired purpose.
I’ve spent a lifetime filled with a longing for the wild, creative purpose in myself.
Searching for my place in the world and struggling to find culturally sanctioned antidotes for my yearning, I’ve tried many things and been many people.
I’ve been called unfocused, indecisive and even lazy in my chaotic pursuit of creativity.
But no matter what I did, no matter where I went, the wild woman lurked behind my eyes during my days and my nights of searching.
Eventually, could no longer deny the deep knowing of my own soul and I embraced creative living wholeheartedly.
Since then I’ve been on a journey of inner transformation to retrieve, love and understand the wild, creative woman in me, to hold her against my deep psyche as one who is both magic and medicine.
And the inner transformation that takes place in me now is no longer a searching, but a becoming.
And now I’m offering you the same.
I’ll guide you through your own journey of discovery, help you reconnect with the fierce and visionary attributes of the instinctual knowing deep within you.
Does that sound like something you’d like to do?
Stick with me and I’ll teach you how to become unshakeably optimistic and transform the pain of being a highly empathic artist into your source of healing and creativity.