Desert/Sand
(see also sifting)
Like the dry bones, we so often start out in
a desert. We feel disenfranchised, alienated, not connected to even a cactus
clump. The ancients called the desert the place of divine revelation. But for
women, there is much more to it than that.
A desert is a place where life is very condensed. The roots of living things hold on to that last tear of water and the flower hoards its moisture by only appearing in early morning and late afternoon. Life in the desert is small but brilliant and most of what occurs goes on underground. This is like the lives of many women.
The desert is not lush like a forest or a jungle. it is very intense and mysterious in its life forms. Many of us have lived desert lives: very small on the surface, and enormous under the ground. La Loba shows us the precious things that can come from that sort of psychic distribution.
A woman's psyche may have found its way to the desert out of resonance, or because of past cruelties or because she was not allowed a larger life above ground. So often a woman feels then that she lives in an empty place where there is maybe just one cactus with one brilliant flower on it, and then in every direction, 500 miles of nothing. But for the woman who will go 501 miles, there is something more. A small brave house. An old one. She has been waiting for you.
. . . Go up and knock on the old weathered door. Climb up to the cave. Crawl through the window of a dream. Sift the desert and see what you find. It is the only work we have to do. The above excerpt is from "Women Who Run With the Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. - a fabulous and highly recommended book!
Songs referenced:
'97
Bonnie & Clyde