To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings — all in the same relationship. - Clarissa Pinkola Estés

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.

She is intuition, she is far-seer, she is deep listener, she is loyal heart. She encourages humans to remain multilingual; fluent in the languages of dreams, passion, and poetry. She whispers from night dreams, she leaves behind on the terrain of a woman’s soul a coarse hair and muddy footprints. These fill women with longing to find her, free her, and love her. She is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half-forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak.

حينما نفقد الاتصال بالروح الغريزية, نعيش في حالة تشبة الحطام وتهيؤات كالأوهام, بحيث لا يتسنى للقوى-التي هي طبيعية في الأنثى- أن تنمو وتمر بأطوارها بالكامل. حينما تُقتلَع المرأة من تربتها الحقيقية, تفقد حيويتها وتضطرب دورات حياتها الطبيعية والفطرية, وتدخل ضمن التصنيفات الثقافية والفكرية والنفسية التي تنتمي إلى الآخرين.