I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you,and that you will work with these stories from your life — not someone else's lif… - Clarissa Pinkola Estés

I’ve not forgotten the song of those dark years, hambre del alma, the song of the starved soul. But neither have I forgotten the joyous canto hondo, the deep song, the words of which come back to us when we do the work of soulful reclamation.

الأماكن الأعمق في النفس هي التي تكون أشد ظلمة، وسوف تعمل المرأة الشجاعة التي تذبل قواها على إصلاح الأرض الجدباء في نفسها. سوف تتكون لديها على الأقل صورة لما هي عليه، لذلك لا تخافي من معرفتك بما هو الأسوء، فهذا الضمان الوحيد الذي يزيد من قوة الروح.

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.