“So imagistically- be you a Black wolf, a Northern Gray, a Southern Red, or an Artic White- you are the quintessential intinctual criatura. Although some might really prefer you behave yourself and not climb all over the furniture in joy or all over people in welcome, do it anyway. Some will draw back from you in fear or disgust. Your lover, however, will cherish this new aspect of you- if he or she be the right lover for you.
Some people will not like it if you take a sniff at everything to see what it is. And for heaven’s sakes, no lying on your back with your feet up in the air. Bad girl.[Bad boy.] Bad wolf. Bad dog. Right? Wrong. Go ahead. Enjoy yourself.
People do meditation to find psychic alignment. That’s why people do psychotherapy and analysis. That’s why people analyze their dreams and make art. That is why many read Tarot cards, cast I Ching, dance, drum, make theatre, pry out the poem, and fire up the prayer. That’s why we do all the things we do. It is the work of gathering all the bones together. Then we must sit at the fire and think about which song we will use to sing over the bones, which creation hymn, which re-creation hymn. And the truths we tell will make the song.
These are some good questions to ask till one decides on the song, one’s true song: What has happened to my soul-voice? What are the buried bones of my life? In what condition is my relationship to the instinctual Self? When was the last time I ran free? How do I make life come alive again? Where has La Loba gone to?”- Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D.
Our frail bones of the past crave our heart-song like a desert craves the rain. Pour it out, all of it. Your worries, your heartaches. Abuse, neglect, all of your past traumas: sing it out. Sing it out over your bones. Sing it out and begin to sing to them your passions, your yearnings, your dreams.
Sing your bones awake and alive.
Revive and transform yourself, revive yourself in the spirit of La Loba.
Go gather your bones.
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