“When we accept our own wild beauty, it is put into perspective, and we are no longer poignantly aware of it anymore, but neither would we forsake it or disclaim it either. Does a wolf know how beautiful she is when she leaps? Does a feline know what beautiful shapes she makes when she sits? Is a bird awed by the sound it hears when it snaps open its wings? Learn from them, we just act in our own true way and do not draw back from or hide our natural beauty. Like the creatures, we just are, and it is right.”
- Women who run with the wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estés.
“In this tale, the old woman is a symbol of the rigid keeper of collective tradition, an enforcer of the unquestioned status quo, the “behave yourself; don’t make waves; don’t think too hard; don’t get big ideas; just keep a low profile; be a carbon copy; be nice; say ‘yes’ even though you don’t like it, it doesn’t fit, it’s not the right size, and it hurts.” And so on.
To follow such a lifeless value system causes loss of soul-linkage in the extreme. Regardless of collective affiliations or influences, our challenge in behalf of the wild soul and our creative spirit is to not merge with any collective, but to distinguish ourselves from those who surround us, building bridges back to them as we choose. We decide which bridges will become strong and well traveled, and which will remain sketchy and empty. And the collectives we favor with relationship will be those that offer the most support for our soul and creative life.”
— Women Who Run with the Wolves: Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D
“Your addiction to your needs and your wants
is what causes problems in your life.
Make sure you got whatcha need.
Put at a safe distance all the things that you want.
It’s wants that gets you into trouble.
This is the balance of life…the balance to life on a whole.”
-and the day came when it hit me like lightning through my veins
a sudden change in my groove, in my walk
i got my lion heart and electric flowing through my brain
shocking waves make me feel i can float
it’s like the city is mine and the dark is my cave
i can’t explain this sudden peace in my walk-
Whether we talk once a year, every few months, everyday or even if we haven’t spoken in awhile; to me, it makes no difference. Even if we never speak again, I’m at peace with it – I still consider you a part of my life. Special bonds exist, regardless. I hold warm thoughts for you and I wish for you what I do for humanity – the capacity to maintain happiness & peace, and motivation to better oneself. Thank you for the lessons that you’ve taught me and for the happy times that we’ve shared. If you think this post is about you, then it probably is Peace and love.
I heard Tinpan Orange last night at Alix Goolden Hall, while selling merch for Cat Empire. The lead singer’s voice drew me in all the way from the lobby! Look into this Aussie band if you like what you hear