Wild Woman and the Hobbit


Art by Catrin Welz-Stein


“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” – Bilbo Baggins

Out the door and onto the road. Who knows what might happen? 

A part of me loves the road and the unpredictability of just following the scent of what sings my soul. I call her my inner Wild Woman. 

She is like a storm, constantly moving, shifting and changing. You can’t predict her. You can’t understand her. She is full of wild and untiring passion for life. I feel her when I sing from the heart and dance around the living room to my favourite songs. I feel her sometimes unexpectedly, when I see something beautiful, something precious, like the light of the sun streaming through the branches of a secret garden, or when I feel the wind in my hair while walking up a hill and the feel of it is like the touch of a hand drumming my wild woman to life. 

A part of me fears the road and the unpredictability of following my heart. I call her my inner Hobbit. 

She is like a warm home, complete with a fireplace, a cup of tea and a good book. She loves curling up in the sofa and reading her favourite books over and over again. She loves cooking and baking goodies for others to enjoy. She loves walking barefoot on the earth and watching the flowers grow. I feel her sometimes when I return to sanctuaries of old, places of healing and comfort. I feel her purr in contentment at the joy of baking a perfect pie or the simple delight of bathing in a patch of sunlight for hours on end. 

Oh my beloved friends, my Wild Woman and my Hobbit. In order to thrive I need to take care of both of them. They are a part of me. But sometimes they simply refuse to listen to one another. 

Wild Woman says, “I have to go!”
Hobbit says, “I’m not going unless you have a plan!”
Wild Woman says, “Oh you’re so boooring. Let’s just go and see what happens!”
Hobbit says, “I’m not going anywhere without my second breakfast!”

Poor old Hobbit, she hasn’t had an easy life with me. Ever since I was a little girl I have been moving around. As soon as my roots begin to grow in any one place then the winds of change pick me up again and send me off in a new direction. Always moving. When you follow your heart, you step onto the path of no guarantees. You fly into the unknown. Sure, you can try make plans, but more often than not, the storms of life will tear your plans to shreds. 

Well, Wild Woman loves it. She sails on the waves of fears and destruction. She is like an eternal flame, forever glowing, dancing and transforming. Every challenge makes her stronger.

Sometimes Hobbit and Wild Woman make peace with one another. I have found now in recent years that they are actually beginning to get along. To my utter surprise, I’ve even come across the two in deep conversion, making plans together. 

Life has taught me to find a sense of home wherever I am. I carry home with me in my heart. Wherever I go, I can connect with nature and feed my roots with the deep and overflowing power of Mother Earth. Recharging

Wild Woman and Hobbit are learning to listen to one another, one step at a time. Packing for my latest trip, I threw a couple of emergency tea bags in my backpack so that Hobbit could relax knowing that we won’t be without tea.

Wild Woman thinks Hobbit is a bit silly sometimes, and Hobbit thinks Wild Woman is irresponsible, but secretly, they are old friends and have a lot of fun together. 



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