The Deforestation of the Mother and the Reclamation of Her Natural State.

When I speak into the deforestation of the mother, I am addressing two topics that I feel are deeply connected. Not only the stripping, clearing and carving of land and the cutting down and destruction of ancient trees, native forest’s and wild life but also the deforestation of women. 

Just as the Great Mother is shaved bare, her forests cut down to fit human convenience, women too are taught/ conditioned from a young age to remove the natural growth, evolution and maturity of their own bodies to fit societal ideals, expectations and acceptability.

The stripping of forests from the Earth and the stripping of natural hair from women’s bodies both arise from a culture that fears the wild, untamed nature of the divine feminine, a culture that strives to sanitise and sterilise nature, and tries to control what is organic, fertile, and free.

When we remove trees from the earth or hair from our bodies, what is removed is not just “hair” or “trees,” but the symbol of life force itself. Intelligent, intuitive, sensing, feeling, sensual and communicative energy.  Our hairs just like trees provide protection, warmth, and intuition, they offer us a deeper connection to the environment and elements around us, picking up scents on the wind and communicating this back to the body. Our hairs symbolise maturity, and primal belonging. They have meaning and purpose and yet so many men and women today quiver at the sight of hairs growing upon a woman’s body in places they have been conditioned to believe they should not be. 

Once upon a time, and not so long ago, I too was conditioned to believe I was more attractive if I had silky smooth and shiny legs, hairless armpits and a hairless Yoni. 

I loved feeling the soft smooth skin. But really the softness is very short lived unless you have a more permanent, more invasive type of hair removal.  The commitment to shaving and waxing that so many women take up in order to remain hairless and socially accepted is so incredibly frequent and rather exhausting.  The reality is that the smooth doesn’t last, as the hairs are equally as committed to growing back as we are to removing them, often becoming more dense and corse as they do. It is common for women to suffer painful ingrown hairs, rashes, and regular discomfort throughout this process and yet they continue to subject themselves to this pain over and over again, for years, decades even the majority of their adult life!  But why? for what? for who? 

Connection, intimacy and love making can become physically uncomfortable, if there is just a millimetre or two of regrowth, women often experience increased friction and irritation all over their most sensitive and sacred space.  Which can really take the joy out of something with the potential to be very enjoyable! 

As I continue on my personal journey of deep healing and evolution, I am devoted to finding the truth in everything. I have an unwavering commitment to identifying and unraveling old and limiting stories and beliefs held in my own mind as I continue to seek freedom, on all levels of life.

After some time on this path I was able to see where my own ideas had been keeping me captive, caged by beliefs that I had been holding onto that never belonged to me, they were not my own, they had been passed down to me by others, planted firmly in my mind by friends, family, teachers, school, society, television, so many sources of stories that were simply not true. Identifying them was the first step, taking action was the next. Knowing that these old stories were keeping me further away from the most authentic and evolved version of myself and therefore keeping me further away from the freedom I was seeking. 

Allowing my hairs to grow out, in all the places they wish to grow has been one of the most empowering experiences of my thirties. To me it is a reclamation of my raw, unfiltered, unaltered, authentic self,  a return to wholeness. I am woman, yes and I have hairs on my body where many don’t wish to see. To me this makes me even more woman, a multi layered, multi dimensional, deep feeling, deep sensing wild woman, a primal and powerful being. 

To allow our hairs to grow wherever they choose is an act of quiet rebellion and deep homecoming.

It is a return to the body’s original wisdom, before conditioning, before shame, before the tidy boundaries that society placed upon our skin.

Our hair is not random. It has meaning and purpose. It is instinct, ancestry, biology, and intuition woven into filament.

Every strand has a purpose: to protect, to sense, to keep warm, to communicate, to mark cycles of maturity and life force. When we let our hair grow, we let the body speak again.

For generations, women have been taught that our natural growth is “too much”—too wild, too visible, too animal.So we learned to cut, pluck, shave, bleach and tame.We learned to change and shape and sculpt ourselves into versions that felt more digestible to the world.

But when we stop editing ourselves, when we allow the forests of our bodies to return, something profound happens:

We reclaim our sovereignty. We become the ones who get to decide what our body looks like and why. No longer shaped by silent rules. 

We reclaim an ever evolving and deeper intimacy with ourselves. We begin to physically feel so much more! Touching hair that was once forbidden becomes an act of tenderness, of acceptance and of deep knowing. 

We reclaim belonging to nature. Our bodies mirror the Earth, both carrying their own grasses, roots, textures and layers.Letting our hair grow is like watching the lush foliage burst to life on naked trees after a long winter of sleep and suppression.

When we allow our hairs to grow we reclaim our wildness and softness.  I am blown away how soft my hairs are, I want to feel them, and I feel they want to feel me feeling them too! The level of softness doesn’t change day by day like shaved legs, armpits and yoni. It remains soft. Like a kitten, It allows for close cuddles and stroking without friction and discomfort. 

My hair reminds me that we are mammals, creatures, beings of instinct. Not plastic, polished Barbie dolls. 

Letting our hair grow reconnects us with the primal, cyclical, sensual parts of ourselves 

We reclaim our wholeness as women for wholeness is not in perfection it is in integration.  It is saying “Every part of me has permission to exist”.

It is no longer abandoning the parts of the body that society taught us to remove.

To let our hair grow is liberating, a soft revolution, a profound and primal remembering.

In each strand, there is healing, a return to the untamed, unedited, and fully inhabited self.

In a society that is dominated by the physically and mentally sick, lost, confused, disconnected, depressed, suppressed, fake, plastic and robotic people. In a society whose cultural norms are created and filtered down by the global elites who are quite literally blood sucking, human sacrificing, demon worshiping, child trafficking, abusive, demonic and depraved pedophiles and psychopaths. In a society that has been conditioned to suppress authenticity, hide maturity and attempt at all costs to stay forever young, can you see that for us to shave our bodies without any deeper thought than to simply fit in with ‘society’ we are playing into a culture which encourages us to appear like the immature little girls that are too often preyed upon.  We are not girls. Our hair is a right of passage, an initiation, a mark of womanhood.

If you are repulsed by hair, I ask you these questions;

What is your relationship with the earth? 

How much do you value authenticity? 

Do you inner-stand the value of wholeness and its relationship to health? 

What is your relationship with the wild, untamed nature of the divine feminine? 

Have you spent enough time in nature? Navigating your way through the many layers and density of the native bush?

Why are you so afraid of our natural state of being? 

What is it that you are afraid of? 

Perhaps this is your invitation to explore more deeply the terrain of the wild woman. 

I have learned to love and respect my hairs.  I feel more woman than ever before. For I am embracing all that I am and all my body wishes to be. I am grateful for this body, I am grateful for my hairs. I am here on this earth to experience being here in this physical body and my hairs help me to feel even more than ever before, I feel empowered and whole, wild, authentic and free to be me.

I invite you to join me on this journey back to wholeness