I am re-reading Women Who Run With the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D., and this morning I read a passage that was particularly poignant:



"There is such a loss of meaning when one gives up the life made by hand that all manner or injuries to psyche, nature, culture, family, and so forth are then allowed to occur. The harm to nature is concomitant with the shunning of the psyches of humans. They are not and cannot be seen as separate from one another. When one group talks about how wrong the wild is, and the other group argues that the wild has been wronged, something is drastically wrong. In the instinctive psyche, the Wild Woman looks out on the forest and sees a home for herself and all humans. Yet others may look at the same forest and imagine it barren of trees and their pockets bursting with money. This represents serious splits in the ability to live and let live so that all can live."



Hardly a page goes by in this book that doesn't strike me to the core. As synchronicity would have it, I seem to be reading each chapter at exactly the appropriate time. It's a book I am reading sporadically, not wolfing down in every spare minute. So it is all the more magical and instructive when the ideas and issues that I am reading about parallel those in my life at the moment.



Being all about archetypes, this book will resonate at any time, and every time.