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The Wilding Stories contain fragments of many women’s stories.

Certainly it is a tale of sisters standing together to overpower a demonic father; of enacting liberation from despair; of saying ‘no more’ to all forms of violence and abuse against women in their homes, their workplaces and in the wider world.

It is also a tale of reconnection, of harnessing the aspects of self, with recognising that none of us need be alone, with reaching out to call in what we need, with navigating the rocky wild terrain of change. 

And it is a story of surrender, of releasing intergenerational trauma, of honouring a mother’s sacrifices, of daughters acknowledging and respecting their differences and their common ground, of the duality of life and the death, of reflection on the pain and beauty of our mother’s passing. 

Drawn from collective threads and woven through the lens of magic realism, The Wilding Stories allows space for women to reflect on being women, together. And behind the tale of witches and weeds and brewing discontent, lies a powerful metaphor from Mother Earth.