Pandora Box: Excerpt from Women Who Runs With the Wolves
A woman’s issues of soul cannot be treated by carving her into a more acceptable form as defined by an unconscious culture, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole beareres of consciousness. No, that is what has already caused millions of women who began as strong and natural powers to become outsiders in their own cultures. Instead, the goal must be the retrival and succor of women’t beauteous and natural psychic forms.
Fairy tales, myths, and stories provide understrandings which sharpen our sight so that we can pick out and pick up the path left by the wildish nature. The instruction found in story reassures us that the path has not run out, but still leads women deeper, and more deeply still, into their own knowing. The tracks we all are following are those of the wild and innate..instinctual Self.
I call her Wild Woman, for those very words, wild and woman, create llamar o tocar a la puerta, the fairy-tale knock at the door of the deep female psyche. Llamar o toca a la puerta means literally to play upon the instrument of the name in order to open a door. It means using words to summon up the opening of a passageway. No matter by which culture a woman is influenced, she understand the words wild and woman, intuitively.
It is into this fundamental, elemental, and essential relationship that we were born and that in our essence we are also derived from. The Wild Woman archetype sheaths the alpha matrilenial being. There are times when we experience her, even if only fleetingly, and it makes us mad with wantin to continue. For some women, this vitalizing “taste of the wild” comes during pregnancy, during nursing their young, during the miracle of change iln oneself as one raises a cild, during attending to a love relationship as one would attend to a beloved garden.
A sense of her also comes through the vision; through sight of great beauty. I have felt her when I see what we call in the woodlands a Jesus-God sunset. I have felt her move in me from seeing the fishermen come up from the lake at dusk withlanterns lit, and also from seeing my newborn baby’s toes all lined up like a row of sweet corn. We see her where we see her, which is everywhere.
She comes to us through sound as well; through music which vibrates the sternum, excites the heart; it comes through the drum, the whistle, the call and the cry. It comes through the written and the spoken word; sometimes a word, a sentence or a poem or a story, is so resonant, so right, it causes us to remember, at least for an instant, what substance we are really made from, and where is our true home.
Once women have lost her and then found her again they will contend to keep her for good. Once they have regained her, they will fight and fight hard to keep her, for with her their creative lives blossom; their relationships gain meaning and depth and health; their cycles of sexuality, creativity, work and play are re-established; they are no longer marks for the predations of others; they are entitled equally under the laws of nature to grow and to thrive. Now their end-of-the-day fatigue comes from satisfying work and endeavors, not from being shut up in too small a mindset, job or relationship. They know instinctively when things must die and thing must live; they
know how to walk away, they know how to stay.
When women reassert their relationship with the wildish nature, they are gifted with a permanent and internal watcher a knower, a visionary, an oracle, an inspiratrice, an intuitive, a maker, a creator, an inventor, and a listener who guide, suggest, and urge vibrant life in the inner and outer worlds. When women are close to this nature, the fact of that relationship glows through them. This wild teacher, wild mother, wild mentor supports their inner and outer lives no matter what.
So, the word wild here is not used in its modern pejorative sense, meaning out of control, but in its original sense, which means to live a natural life, one in which the criatura, creature, has innate integrity and healthy boundaries. These words, wild and woman, cause women to remember who they are and what they are about. They create a metaphor to describe the force which funds all females. They personify a force that women cannot live without. This is the Wild Woman archetype.
Excerpts from Women Who Run with the Wolves
Recently I received this beautiful excerpt of Women Who Run with the Wolves from my best and one of my most respected friends Pandora Box who happens to love the book this excerpt comes from. Here is my response to both her and this powerful excerpt .
May We All be WILD WOMEN Who Run with the WOLVES!!! by: V. Lyn
I have felt her presence in a laugh so deep, pulled from the very core of who I am, that it was a mystery that it even existed within me…I have felt her when I look upon my sisters, daughter, grandson, mother, father and felt the depth of love and fierce protectiveness I have for them; PRIMAL IN NATURE, FIERCE IN ESSENCE, PURE IN SPIRIT… I have embraced her as I have felt them love me back equally unashamed, equally as protective, aware of all my shortcomings yet they love ME all the same. I have felt this wild women, unleashed in wild abandon, frighteningly terrific in her ability to acquiesce and control when I have made love. I have seen her rejoice when I have been loved and more importantly when I have felt FREE to love HIM back unabashedly… I see this wild women when I look at myself with enlightenment, and knowledge and acceptance for who I am, all MY FLAWS and IMPERFECTIONS and I have liked myself all the SAME. I have glimpsed this wild women when I have allowed myself to weep for all that could have been, for that little girl wounded, lost and afraid, and I have glimpsed her when I have learned to accept life in it’s fullness, both it’s victories and defeats. I have felt her stir with wakefulness, curiosity and watchfulness within me when I have come to realize that those experiences helped make me the me I am today. I have glimpsed her wild, proud and untamed when I rejoiced for all I am despite the obstacles of yesterday. I have felt this Wild Women when I have slept and in my slumber I have journeyed to the outer edge of all my experiences and have seen me dance wild with unchecked abandon, perilously close to the abyss…and I was FREE, ALIVE and UNAFRAID.
I have seen this wild women when I have peered into the eyes of my family and on the rarest of occasions I have seen this Wild Women Glaring back at me and we knew and RECOGNIZED one another… not merely as family but as something stronger, richer, deeper; as something far MORE!
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