wilder than before
I never know what will happen when I get the urge for a selfportrait.
I didn't intend to get quite so intergalactic with this one, but what canyedo. It's juss the way I am made.
I thought I would post pics of how the tulips are coming along (~ very nicely, thank you), maybe some stitchery, a glimpse of the everblossoming Wyn See.... but those must all wait. As must any pics from the recent exquisite slideshows.
This is the one for now.
Dark Moon in April.
Having made it through recent deeptorrents of indescribable pains, and having danced again tonight; at last, at last.
From 'Women Who Run With The Wolves'; Clarissa Pinkola Estes' words: "I love my creative life more than I love co-operating with my own oppression."
And: "Craft your real work. Build that hut of warmth and knowing. Pull your energy from over there to over here."
I feel like I did some pulling and building, these past few days.
"Tears are a river that take you somewhere", she says, and
"The time with Wild Woman is hard at first. To repair injured instinct, banish naivete, and over time to learn the deepest aspects of psyche and soul, to hold on to what we have learned, to not turn away, to speak out for what we stand for... all this takes a boundless and mystical endurance. When we come up out of the underworld after one of our undertakings there, we may appear unchanged outwardly, but inwardly we have reclaimed a vast and womanly wildness. On the surface we are still friendly, but beneath the skin, we are most definitely no longer tame." xxx xxx x xxx xxx