If you consider yourself a writer or a creator, there have probably been times when you forced yourself to create. I do, and I have.
Even though I am filling up my cup in terms of work, I want to keep finding the words to communicate what goes on in the depths of my being.
I imagine there are people who quietly beg me not to humiliate myself with my writing, but for every one of them, there is someone else who deliciously looks forward to it…
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“So imagistically—be you a Black wolf, a Northern Gray, a Southern Red, or an Arctic White—you are the quintessential instinctual criatura. Although some might really prefer you behave yourself and not climb all over the furniture in joy or all over people in welcome, do it anyway. Some will draw back from you in fear or disgust. Your lover, however, will cherish this aspect of you—if he or she be the right lover for you.”
—Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D.
Wild creatures behave instinctually.
They react to the slightest movement of air, water, and earth.
They naturally do not trust when they sense something that threatens their safety, but otherwise they can be playful and determined.
This behavior is fascinating to unpack. What does it mean? We used to be wild, too.
Those who have been hurt badly may instinctively throw up walls to protect themselves, just like skittish wild creatures.
How can we get through the concern for safety to the playful and determined spirit that is so enjoyable about someone we love from afar?
Time. Patience. Understanding.
The right lover never gives up.
“Even the most repressed woman has a secret life, with secret thoughts and secret feelings which are lush and wild—that is [to say], natural.”
—Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D.
“Where is she present? Where can you feel her, where can you find her? She walks the deserts, woods, oceans, cities, in the barrios, and in castles. She lives among queens, among campesinas, in the boardroom, in the factory, in the prison, in the mountain of solitude. She lives in the ghetto, at the university, and in the streets. She leaves footprints for us to try for size. She leaves footprints wherever there is one woman who is fertile soil.”
—Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D.
“There’s a difference between beauty and charm. A beautiful woman is one I notice. A charming woman is one who notices me.”
—John Erskine
