Clarissa Pinkola Estés Quotes

¿Qué es aquello que jamás puede morir?
Es aquella fuerza fiel que nace en nuestro interior, la que es más grande que nosotros, la que atrae la nueva semilla hacia los lugares abiertos, maltrechos y estériles de tal manera que pueda volver a arraigar en nosotros.
Esta fuerza, en su insistencia, en su lealtad a nosotros, en su amor por nosotros, en su acción casi siempre misteriosa, es mucho más grande, mucho más majestuosa y mucho más antigua que cualquier otra fuerza que jamás se haya conocido.

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.

We say it is the nature of the thing.Yet we find this destructive process exacerbated when the culture surrounding a women touts , nourishes, and protects destructive attitudes towards the deep instinctual and soulful nature.

It may be that a woman's creative process is misunderstood or disrespected by those around her. It is up to her to inform them that when she has 'that look' in her eyes, it does not mean she is a vacant lot waiting to be filled.It means she is balancing a big cardhouse of ideas on a single fingertip, and she is carefully connecting all the cards using tiny crystalline bones and ....

The mate for the wildish woman is the one who has a soulful te­nacity and endurance, one who can send his own instinctual nature to peek under the tent of a woman’s soul-life and comprehend what he sees and hears there. The good match is the man who keeps returning to try to understand, who does not let himself be deterred by the side­ shows on the road.

Like a trail through a forest which becomes more and more faint and finally seems to diminish to a nothing, traditional psychologiical theory too soon runs out for the creative, the gifted, the deep woman. Traditional psychology is often spare or entirely silent about the deeper issues important to woman: the archetypal, the intuitive, the sexual and cyclical, the ages of women, a woman's way, a woman's knowing, her creative fire...

If the woman were able to sit herself down and peer into her own heart, she would see there a need to have her talents, her gifts, and her limitations re­ spectfully acknowledged and accepted. So, to begin healing, stop kid­ ding yourself that a little feel-good of the wrong sort will take care of a broken leg. Tell the truth about your wound, and then you will get a truthful picture of the remedy to apply to it. Don’t pack whatever is easiest or most available into the emptiness. Hold out for the right medicine. You will recognize it because it makes your life stronger rather than weaker.

She stalls for time, she bides her time, she plans her strategy and calls up her power internally, before she makes an external change. Sometimes it is just this kind of immense threat from the predator that causes a woman to change from being an adaptive dear to having the hooded eye of the watchful.

So, whether you are an introvert or extrovert, a woman-loving woman, or a man-loving woman, or a God-loving woman, or all of the above: Whether you are possessed of a simple heart or the ambitions of an Amazon, whether you are trying to make it to the top or just make it to tomorrow, whether you be spicy or somber, regal or roughshod - the wild woman belongs to you.

يلجأ الناس إلى التأمل للوصول إلى الحالة النفسية السوية، ومن أجل هذا يخضعون للعلاج النفسي والتحليل، وهذا هو السبب الذي من أجلة يحلل الناس أحلامهم ويصنعون الفن، ولهذا يفتحون (الكوتشينة) ويقرأون (الفنجان)، يرقصون، يقرعون الطبول، يصنعون المسرح، يصلون القصيدة ويشعلون الصلاة. لهذا السبب نفعل كل الأشياء التي نفعلها. إنه القيام بتجميع كل العظام من بعضها، ثم ينبغي أن نجلس إلى جوار النار ونفكر في أية أغنية تلك التي سوف نستخدمها في طقوس الغناء فوق العظام، أية ترنيمة للخلق، أية ترنيمة لإعادة الخلق، وسوف تُشكِّل الحقائق التي نتذكرها كيان الأغنية.

Tears carry creative power. In mythos, the giving of tears causes immense creation and heartfelt reunion. In herbal folklore, tears are used as a binder, to secure elements, unite ideas, join souls. In fairy tales, when tears are thrown, they frighten away robbers or cause rivers to flood. When sprinkled, they call the spirits. When poured onto the body, they heal lacerations and restore sight. When touched, they cause conception

Although there are many physical places one can go to “feel” her way back to this special home, the physical place itself is not home; it is only the vehicle that rocks the ego to sleep so that we can go the rest of the way by ourselves. The vehicles through and by which women reach home are many: music, art, forest, ocean spume, sunrise, solitude. These take us home to a nutritive inner world that has ideas, order, and sustenance all of its own.

For a wild child born into a rigid community, the usual outcome is to experience the ignominy of being shunned. Shunning treats the victim as if she does not exist. It withdraws spiritual concern, love, and other psychic necessities from that person. The idea is to force her to conform, or else kill her spirituality and/or to drive her from the village to languish and die in the outback

the simplest and most accessible ingredient for healing — stories

Stories are medicine.