"A woman may crave to be near water, or be
belly down, her face in the earth, smelling that wild smell. She might
have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things
out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and
bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows."
"She may have to trek into the hills, leaping
from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need
hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a
black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she does not dance naked
in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained,
tear-stained, moon-stained."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. From "Women Who
Run With The Wolves"
The Lakota Sioux call the wolf, Shunk-Manitu Tanka: "The Animal who looks like a dog, but is a powerful spirit."
Listen to the Heart of True Love
The true lover gives herself to the present
and delights in what the moment brings.
Her mind holds no illusions.
Her body is without resistance.
Her actions flow from a source deep within.
The word love often means different things to different people.
But there is a thread that ties it all together.
I can't name this thread, but I can show it to you.
I call it the Heart of True Love. "Truesong"
