Dr. Estes describes the door to the soul’s work -- in her case to the Wild Woman -- this way:
"I’ll tell you right now, the door to the world of Wild Woman are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, that is a door."
"I’ll tell you right now, the door to the world of Wild Woman are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, that is a door."
I fell in love with this phrase when I was reading through our first Day 1's Lesson with Sara over at her Soul Spackle site! Our Wild Woman work is like energy, always continuous and moving, flowing and free, Doors are always opening and closing and re-opening for us -- but little do some of us know that each time we open a Door, our Soul is waiting there for us to enter inside.
Just this past year I've opened so many new doors. Some have been shiny and bright, while others have been dull and gray. I've received new perceptions on life that have filled me to the brim, as well as making mistakes opening up an old can of worms.
Ooooooooh, and those nasty worms...
"The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out"!!!
But I pick up my Fishing Pole and snag the worm through and around the hook, and cast it out into the deep depths of the Water as far as it will go. I watch the bobber as it floats upon the surface. I sit quietly in Meditation. I look at the Sky. I listen to that all around me. I feel peaceful. Sometimes my patience gets trying, but I get through it after rambling off some angered feelings. Yet I get back to settling my mind and body, wiggle my toes and fingers a bit, shake loose the wiggles, and am at peace again.
Until the bobber sinks and pulls into the water, then I am up and active and using all my strength and courage in reeling in what has hooked itself on the line.
Just this past year I've opened so many new doors. Some have been shiny and bright, while others have been dull and gray. I've received new perceptions on life that have filled me to the brim, as well as making mistakes opening up an old can of worms.
Ooooooooh, and those nasty worms...
"The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out"!!!
But I pick up my Fishing Pole and snag the worm through and around the hook, and cast it out into the deep depths of the Water as far as it will go. I watch the bobber as it floats upon the surface. I sit quietly in Meditation. I look at the Sky. I listen to that all around me. I feel peaceful. Sometimes my patience gets trying, but I get through it after rambling off some angered feelings. Yet I get back to settling my mind and body, wiggle my toes and fingers a bit, shake loose the wiggles, and am at peace again.
Until the bobber sinks and pulls into the water, then I am up and active and using all my strength and courage in reeling in what has hooked itself on the line.
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