and the very next day i found this book for $3
in my local op~shop...
And it made my heart sing
and my eyes dance
and stars fall from my hair...
To be in such company...
and to remember...
that i am a part of the Soul~Story too
Page 13:
Where does Wild Woman live? At the bottom of the well, in the headwaters, in the ether before time. She lives in the tear and in the ocean. She lives in the cambria of trees, which pings as it grows. She is from the future and from the beginning of time. She lives in the past and is summoned by us. She is in the present and keeps a chair at our table, stands behind us in line, and drives ahead of us on the road. She is in the future and walks backward in time to find us now. She lives in the green poking through snow, she lives in the rustling stalks of dying autumn corn, she lives where the dead come to be kissed and the living send their prayers. She lives in the place where language is made...
Page 14-15:
...i use the simplest and most accessible ingredient for healing... stories
Stories are medicine. I have been taken with stories since i heard my first. They have such power: they do not require that we do, be, act anything-we need only listen.
Page 19:
Modern storytellers are the descendants of an immense and ancient community of holy people, troubadours, bards, griots, cantadoras, cantors, travelling poets, bums, hags, and crazy people.
I once dreamt i was telling stories and felt someone patting my foot in encouragement. i looked down and saw that i was standing on the shoulders of an old woman who was steadying my ankles and smiling up at me. i said to her, "No, no, come stand on my shoulders for you are old and i am young" ..."No, no," she insisted, this is the way it is supposed to be."
I saw that she stood on the shoulders of a woman far older than she, who stood on the shoulders of a woman even older, who stood on the shoulders of a woman in robes, who stood on the shoulders of another soul, who stood on the shoulders...
My story:
This week my last~born and third~child became a ~Woman~
(She had her first menstruation)
and it is by no co-incidence, whispered my Spirit, that it is the very same year
that i end my journey with the Fertility years...
And so i spent the day with Joy and Celebration in my Heart
and tears on my cheeks for this Rite of Passage...
~Beginnings and Endings~
My first~born saw my tears and with tears too, in her eyes, held me tight in her embrace
and whispered "Don't cry mum" but i smiled through my falling tears
as my Heart whispered to me...
Just as the (above) book excerpt (by no co-incidence) echoed...
"No, no this is is as it is supposed to be."
Soul~stories are we all
Blessed be
<3
10 comments:
One of my favourite books of all times. I want to do paintings from the stories. I have some sketches I did when I first read it.
Congratulations to you too! The ending of our childbearing years is the beginning of a new and wonderful Wisdom Journey where all that beautiful creation energy surges down new channels.
i had a feeling this book might be close to your heart too Zom... i thought of you as soon as i began to read it... Can't wait to see these paintings... and Thankyou my lovely friend for those beautiful words <3
Sounds like a beautiful read Nolly.
Strangely enough I bought a book just last week entitled: "Can Any Mother Help Me". I found it on Amazon (naturally).
Why would a bloke want to buy such a book? Well, the reviews I read from time to time were really ecstatic about it, so why not see for myself?
The book is described by "The Observer" newspaper as:
"A remarkable opportunity to indulge in that most human of pleasures, eavesdropping. And to confirm the truth of that most well-worn of clichés, that there is no such thing as an ordinary life".
The book is about a young mother who, in 1935, wrote a letter to a magazine asking readers for help. At a time when a woman's place was in the home, she bravely admitted she was lonely and frustrated. The letter struck a chord with women all over the country and so a secret magazine was born - the Cooperative Correspondence Club, or CCC.
With startling honesty, the women wrote about every aspect of their lives - the pain and elation of childbirth, the challenges of marriage, broken hearts and fading dreams. None of them could have anticipated the friendships that would grow nor that the magazine would last their lifetimes.
I suppose today these desperately lonely ladies could have become 'bloggers', or join Facebook, or start 'Tweeting' - but this book seems to have great impact now, as then, without any of today's electronic marvels.
This sounds like a great book! I love the reference to story-tellers and their history. I like to share our joy and gleefulness in our stories so humans can 'Run with the Giraffes'!
I love the best how your oldest child reached out to you. Beautiful.
And talking about gorgeous, I love the dolls, they look fantastic.
love Renee xoxo
This is one of my absolute favorite books, too! It's the kind of book you can come back to again and again, open any page, and find something new and wonderful that you haven't noticed before. I know you'll enjoy it again and again for a long, long time.
:0)
Your daughter sounds like a lovely young woman, just like her mama.
Hugs,
Angela
i love it Phillip that you should reach into the feminine energy in this way... You'll have to come back and tell me what sort of read it was X:-)
Hee! Hee! Let's run free with Raph! Weeee!
Renee & Angela <3 <3
i gave this book to a friend a couple of years ago - it seemed an obvious piece for her. i also recommend her readings of bedtime stories . . . so beautiful for you and whomever else gets to snuggle in and listen! steven
Yes.
Just yes...
xxx
Hey Steven funny you should say that to me as my youngest still likes an occasional bedtime story & i was just thinking to myself that i must make the most of these soon to be in the past tender times x
Michelle ma belle <3
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