Women of the WolvesDecember 22nd, 2012
tags: empathy
Women of the Wolves

It's at times like this that I hold still. I'm stunned, afraid of my own reaction, so I quiet myself.

At times like this, when all that's wrong with 'the world' is shoved so forcefully into my awareness, I withhold - I don't touch down, don't land on 'my take'. I don't have that wisdom, don't have the words. It's just too much.

If I'm patient, something will come to me - ususally in the form of wisdom from a source that understands more than I do. This time it came in the words of Clarissa Pinkola Estes in her letter "You Were Made for This":

"My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradation of what matters most to civilized, visionary people...

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach...

What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing...

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity...

When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are made of..."

Am I one of the "great ships" she talks about in the letter? I can't say. But I do see what's in front of me, the confusion and the shadow, and I want to respond to it. I want to call up something better. And, asI read the letter, I feel the Truth in her words and recommit to "showing my soul". Thank-you, Clarissa, for being a gift to me in this moment.