“…it is good to make a halfway place, a way station, a considered place after one escapes famine. It is not too much to take one year, two years, to assess one’s wounds, seek guidance, apply the medicines, consider the future. A year or two is scant time. The feral woman is a woman making her way back. She is learning to wake up, pay attention, stop being naive, uninformed. She takes her life in her own hands. To re-learn the deep feminine instincts, it is vital to see how they were decommissioned to begin with.
Whether the injuries be to your art, words, lifestyles, thoughts, or ideas, and if you have knitted yourself up into a many-sleeved sweater, cut through the tangle now and get on with it. Beyond desire and wishing, beyond the carefully reasoned methods we love to talk and scheme over, there is a simple door waiting for us to walk through. On the other side are new feet. Go there. Crawl there if need be…just do it…
If our wild nature has been wounded by something, we refuse to lie down to die. We refuse to normalize the wound. We call up our instincts and do what we have to do…” Clarissa Pinkola-Estes, Ph.D.
This is true for the men, too. Of course.