Clarissa Pinkola Estés Quotes

Dogs are the magicians of the universe.

Even in the best of worlds the soul needs refurbishing from time to time.

Dogs represent, among other things, he (or she) who loves from the heart easily and long, who forgives effortlessly, who can run long, and fight, if necessary, to the death.

To take the world into one's arms and act towards it in a soul-filled and soul-strengthening manner is a powerful act of wildish spirit.

The idea in our culture of body solely as sculpture is wrong. Body is not marble. That is not its purpose. Its purpose is to protect, contain, support and fire the spirit and soul within it, to be a repository for memory, to fill us with feeling - that is the supreme psychic nourishment. It is to lift us and propel us, to fill us with feeling to prove that we exist, that we are here, to give us grounding, heft, weight. It is wrong to think of it as a place we leave in order to soar to the spirit. The body is the launcher of those experiences. Without body there would be no sensations of crossing thresholds, there would be no sense of lifting, no sense of height, weightlessness. All that comes from the body. The body is the rocket launcher. In its nose capsule, the soul looks out the window into the mysterious starry night and is dazzled.

To love pleasure takes little. To love truly takes a hero who can manage his own fear.

In mythos and fairy tales, deities and other great spirits test the hearts of humans by showing up in various forms that disguise their divinity. They show up in robes, rags, silver sashes, or with muddy feet. They show up with skin dark as old wood, or in scales made of rose petal, as a frail child, as a lime-yellow old woman, as a man who cannot speak, or as an animal who can. The great powers are testing to see if humans have yet learned to recognize the greatness of soul in all its varying forms.

فالمرأة الوحشية كنموذج بدئي هي قوة لا توصف قابلة للمحاكاة، وهي معين لا ينضب للأفكار والتخيلات وخصوصيات الجنس البشري، نموذج بدئي موجود في كل مكان، إلا أنه لا يُرى بالحواس العادية، فما يمكن أن نراه في الظلام ليس باستطاعتنا أن نراه في وضح النهار.

Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don’t waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success. Listen, learn, go on. That is what we are doing with this tale. We are listening to its ancient message. We are learning about deteriorative patterns so we can go on with the strength of one who can sense the traps and cages and baits before we are upon them or caught in them.

Three things differentiate living from the soul versus living from ego only. They are: the ability to sense and learn new ways, the tenacity to ride a rough road, and the patience to deepen love over time. The ego, however, has a penchant and proclivity to avoid learning. Patience is not the ego's strong suit. Enduring in relationship is not Raven's forte. So it is not from the ever-changing ego that we love another, but rather from the wild soul.

As a woman lives them, she will understand more and more of these interior feminine rhythms, among them the rhythms of creativity, or birthing psychic babies and perhaps also human ones, the rhythms of solitude, of play, of rest, of sexuality, and of the hunt.

Though her soul requires seeing, the culture around her requires sightlessness. Though her soul wishes to speak its truth, she is pressured to be silent.

"وهناك طريق آخر لتقوية الاتصال والرابطة مع الغريزة, وهو ألا تسمحي لأي شخص أن يقمع طاقتك الحيوية... التي هي اعتقاداتك, أفكارك، مثلك العليا، قيمك، افتراضاتك، أهدافك. وفي هذا العالم يوجد أقل القليل من "صح/خطأ" أو "طيب/شرير", إلا أنه يوجد فيه "مفيد" و "غير مفيد". وهناك أيضاً أشياء تكون أحياناً مدمرة وبالمثل أشياء مولدة. ولكن _كما تعلمين_ الحديقة ينبغي تقليبها في الخريف من أجل إعدادها للربيع. فهي لا تزهر طوال الوقت. ولكن اجعلي دوراتك الداخلية هي التي تملي المنحنيات الحلزونية الصاعدة والهابطة لحياتك, ولا تتركي تحديدها لشخص آخر من خارج نفسك."

Forgiveness has many layers, many seasons.

Remember, if logic were all there really was to the world, then surely all men would ride sidesaddle