Home is a sustained mood or sense that allows us to experience feelings not necessarily sustained in the mundane world: wonder, vision, peace, freedo… - Clarissa Pinkola Estés

When we are untangling this nature, it would be good for us to sing something like this: What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life? What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so? What must die in me in order for me to love? What not-beauty do I fear? Of what use is the power of the not-beautiful to me today? What should die today? What should live? What life am I afraid to give birth to? If not now, when?

إننا جميعاً نفيض شوقاً وحنيناً إلى الحياة الوحشية. بيد أن ترياق الحضارة لا يترك لهذا الحنين منفذاً, إلا في أقل القليل. تعلمنا أن نشعر بالخجل من مثل هذه الرغبة، تركنا شعرنا يسترسل ووارينا به مشاعرنا. غير أن ظل المرأة الوحشية مازال ينسل خلفنا ويكمن في أيامنا وليالينا. وبصرف النظر عمن نكون’ فإن الظل الذي يهرول خلفنا, هو في النهاية يمشي على أربع.

The instinctual nature tells us when enough is enough. It is prudent and life preserving....sometimes it is difficult for us to realize when we are losing our instincts, for it is often an insidious process that does not occur all in one day, but rather over a long period of time. Too, the loss or deadening of instinct is often entirely supported by the surrounding culture, and sometimes even by other women who endure the loss of instinct as a way of achieving belonging in a culture that keeps no nourishing habitat for the natural woman.