In the Resurrection of the Wild Woman, Dr. Pinkola Estes explains, “. . . the great work before us is to learn to understand what around and about us and what within us must live, and what must die. Our work is to apprehend the timing of both; to allow what must die to die, and what must live to live . . . Within us are the bones to change ourselves and our world. Within us is the breath and our truths and our longings––together they are the song, the creation hymn we have been yearning to sing.”
Awhile back I was in a really uncertain place. Melancholy is how my brother described it. I was having fits of start-stop assuredness. I couldn’t actually explain it but nothing fit. It took work, but I uncovered that I was craving the person I was when I had drive tied to the pursuit of something certain and clear. Because when you know where you’re going you can turn it on and L I V E a ferocious and fearless life; roadblocks are just obstacles, setbacks are part of the process.
It’s crazy how quick we can dip in and out of this. But when I’m not in alignment, when I’m not chasing a clear vision, my intuition and conscience are out of whack—it makes me restless for more, for something of substance and purpose.
So anyways, the photo below is about the comp my brother and I did for fun but also because we’re slightly competitive, but in reality it showed me the ferocity within and brought on a reflection of the battle to remain true to what’s within. It’s not glamorous, but it is life, and I’d follow us into battle any day.
Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
//GLK
