“The feral woman is a woman making her way back.
She is learning to wake up, pay attention, stop being naive, uninformed.
She takes life into her own hands.
To re-learn the deep feminine instincts, it is vital to see how they were decommissioned to begin with.”
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
DAY: crisp, unsettled
FEELING: of the earth and the stars….
BODY: light, ungrounded, heady
THE COLLECTIVE: seeking, adjusting, waiting
INSIGHTS: Mother Earth and your body/minds, and merely a continuum of the evolution of life on Earth…there is no end…. this process is but another phase of the upliftment of humankind and the planet. It is an earthly process.
Some day, if you are lucky,
You’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and Moon.
Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you too will wonder
if your skin shows traces
of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.
Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
their own possibility, who barely dream.
If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,
you will reassure them. We warned you,
they might declare, there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.
And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you’ve returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language
to teach them, without a compass
bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies
and granite and bone. They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, yet they fear
your secret is dangerous, shattering,
and once it flies from your astonished
mouth, they, like you, must disintegrate
before unfolding tremulous wings.
Geneen Marie Haugen
Art Charles Frizzel