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 world.
Some say that sudden knowledge of mystical matters is accomplished only in complete quietude, or that Creator, in one of God’s many forms, appears only in orderly ways that are beauteous and picturesque, or that the mystical appears only in completely silent ways. All are true. Except for the ‘only’ part.
The soul has no gender.
No Latina woman would be called ‘Ms.’ – that’s an invention of middle-class Anglo women. Latina women are proud to be called ‘Mrs.’ That simply means that we have a family.
Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed of great endurance and strength. They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, their mate and their pack. Yet both have been hounded, harassed and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors.
I am built close to the ground and of extravagant body.
This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.
If you’ve lost focus, just sit down and be still. Take the idea and rock it to and fro. Keep some of it and throw some away, and it will renew itself. You need do no more.