artist lover healer
A few weeks ago, while traipsing through the low key underground marrickville sunday farmer's market, I came upon a used book table and found "Women Who Run With the Wolves"
Many times in my past I have come into contact with the book and is has been made physically accessible to me. But, as I have realized a moment ago, I avoided it partly due to not being ready for it, and partly not being ready for it as an act of wildness itself, rebellion against the party line.
I have recently been alerted to a hidden truth about myself. I have often wondered why it is when other people in a group turn one way, I turn the other. When they raise their arms high, mine are lowering. I have puzzled as to why it is that I seem to be out of sync and backwards to any group I participate in, whether singing, dancing, yoga, cooking....whatever.
So, the thing that was brought to light....as a child, that tendency to go against the flow protected me from the often hourly stampeding of harmful information and practices into my vulnerable and absorbing young self. The ability, whether learned or inherent, to be out of rhythm with those around me became solidified as it served the purpose of keeping me vital and shielded.
Now, as an adult, I have struggled with finding myself singing and dancing along with the others, even those I have chosen as my own.
And this includes the reading of this beautiful work. I had dismissed it in some mysterious way due to that tendency to dismiss that which someone else has found foundational.
Of course, this tendency also comes along with it's shadow, that one that I find pulls me toward fanaticism and perfectionism. Anyway....
Running with Wolves.
Dancing with Wolves.
On the bus this morning, while reading the work...I found myself describing a 6 women circle. My 6 women circle. The Hex.
And what those women represent to me. And I found that it came in threes and twos perfectly...like this:
Jaime.......Artist
Amy.........Lover
Felecia......Healer
April........Artist
Carrie.......Healer
Karen........Lover
And our fore mothers Jackie and Sharon who represent all three of course.
Many times in my past I have come into contact with the book and is has been made physically accessible to me. But, as I have realized a moment ago, I avoided it partly due to not being ready for it, and partly not being ready for it as an act of wildness itself, rebellion against the party line.
I have recently been alerted to a hidden truth about myself. I have often wondered why it is when other people in a group turn one way, I turn the other. When they raise their arms high, mine are lowering. I have puzzled as to why it is that I seem to be out of sync and backwards to any group I participate in, whether singing, dancing, yoga, cooking....whatever.
So, the thing that was brought to light....as a child, that tendency to go against the flow protected me from the often hourly stampeding of harmful information and practices into my vulnerable and absorbing young self. The ability, whether learned or inherent, to be out of rhythm with those around me became solidified as it served the purpose of keeping me vital and shielded.
Now, as an adult, I have struggled with finding myself singing and dancing along with the others, even those I have chosen as my own.
And this includes the reading of this beautiful work. I had dismissed it in some mysterious way due to that tendency to dismiss that which someone else has found foundational.
Of course, this tendency also comes along with it's shadow, that one that I find pulls me toward fanaticism and perfectionism. Anyway....
Running with Wolves.
Dancing with Wolves.
On the bus this morning, while reading the work...I found myself describing a 6 women circle. My 6 women circle. The Hex.
And what those women represent to me. And I found that it came in threes and twos perfectly...like this:
Jaime.......Artist
Amy.........Lover
Felecia......Healer
April........Artist
Carrie.......Healer
Karen........Lover
And our fore mothers Jackie and Sharon who represent all three of course.
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