“A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the 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 doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.” ~ Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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New Moon blessings! What will emerge on your canvas during this moon cycle?
Here is my 13 Moon ANTHROPAS painting in progress.
Red Thread Letter #815
What is the Craving Beneath the Craving?
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Dear Ones,
The only thing that you can do, to begin the revolution, is to tend your own starry nights. That is where all the change in the world begins, in the beating drum of your own being.
Be mindful, do not look so far out into the world and the troubles of it, that you lose yourself in aching for change or taking in too much toxicity.
Wild women know that if we tend ourselves first, then our desire to tend the world is natural. When we do not desire to tend others, then it is certainly time to become moon-stained.
When our cosmic bowl becomes too full, we must empty it. Art is one of the ways to empty the bowl when it is too full.
Sometimes changes can be simple, yet profound. A few days ago when I was painting in ceremony I heard a message for me, “Don’t drink milk.” I was like ‘whhaa?’ then again – the message was clear.
If I do not listen to this small, yet clear command, then will that true soul voice keep speaking to me clearly? So it is day four. I admit to having butter in my coffee, but no cream or any other dairy, or sugar. This one thing, so small, shines a magnifying glass on my resolve.
Will I honor this one message? Will I trust it since I was in ceremony, painting the ancestors? Will I deny? I think I am so strong, but in comforting myself, I am weak. I want pleasure. I want comfort. I want to soothe myself. Remove something now? Why?
I also did a 20 hour fast from all food Saturday – just 20 hours – then had fresh wild salmon with Jonathan for supper. Wow, the sensation of the taste, after withholding from food…something new.
A vigil is not about suffering but about noticing – and so much more, and seeing what the craving is, beneath the craving. And then finding a clear view to something new and different than you saw before.
Maybe it is time for a vigil, a fast or ceremony? Just think about it…..
With a moon-stained face and paint-stained hands and oh so many tears,
This week I broke up with the Patriarchy, and OMG what a break up it has been. A good time for a vigil. If you want to read my break up letter with Pat(riarchy) it is here.
