Once upon a time, a woman went to sleep and dreamt she held a baby in her arms. The baby was a shape-shifter. Sometimes, it was indeed a round sausage of a baby, then it was the woman’s childhood dog, and still then, her childhood kitten, Candy.
As she looked down at the creature, the woman saw the baby’s skin was damaged. The baby had a big blister on its lower back. In the dream the woman cried out in realisation; she had been neglecting the baby.
And as she looked at the baby’s skin, fearing for the baby, remorseful for her neglect, the woman saw it wasn’t bad. She saw it would heal easily, and as she saw this she experienced a giant wave of love flowing from the baby. She understood the baby loved her and always had, and with such a perfection of love and a never-failingness. And the woman knew all was well.
This is the final in the series based on Clarissa Pinkola Estés’s mighty book, Women Who Run with the Wolves. If you’ve read the book, you may be scratching your head trying to recall reading the story above. Well, it’s not in the book but was inspired by it.
It’s a dream I had during the time I was reading the book. By now, we’re familiar with reading the characters of the stories, or dreams, as aspects of our own psyches. And I think it’s pretty easy to read the dream from this vantage point. What do you think? Can you read it? Does it speak to you too?
We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Image: courtesy of Jeanne Curran
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