Our Own Sorrows Seem Heavy Enough, Even

While Archetypes May Emanate Through Us For Short Periods Of Time, In What We Call Numinous Experience, No Woman Can Emanate An Archetype Continuously. Only The Archetype Itself Can Withstand Such Projections Such As Ever-able, All Giving, Eternally Energetic. We May Try To Emulate These, But They Are Ideals, Not Achievable By Humans, And Not Meant To Be. Yet The Trap Requires That Women Exhaust Themselves Trying To Achieve These Unrealistic Levels. To Avoid The Trap, One Has To Learn To Say 'halt' And 'stop The Music,' And Of Course Mean It.

When We Accept Our Own Wild Beauty, It Is Put Into Perspective, And We Are No Longer Poignantly Aware Of It Anymore, But Neither Would We Forsake It Or Disclaim It Either. Does A Wolf Know How Beautiful She Is When She Leaps? Does A Feline Know What Beautiful Shapes She Makes When She Sits? Is A Bird Awed By The Sound It Hears When It Snaps Open Its Wings? Learning From Them, We Just Act In Our Own True Way And Do Not Draw Back From Or Hide Our Natural Beauty. Like The Creatures, We Just Are, And It Is Right.

All The "not Readies," All The "i Need Time," Are Understandable, But Only For A Short While. The Truth Is That There Is Never A "completely Ready," There Is Never A Really "right Time." As With Any Descent To The Unconscious, There Comes A Time When One Simply Hopes For The Best, Pinches One's Nose, And Jumps Into The Abyss. If This Were Not So, We Would Not Have Needed To Create The Words Heroine, Hero, Or Courage.

Long Ago The Word Alone Was Treated As Two Words, All One. To Be All One Meant To Be Wholly One, To Be In Oneness, Either Essentially Or Temporarily. That Is Precisely The Goal Of Solitude, To Be All One.

When A Creature Is Exposed To Violence, It Will Tend To Adapt To That Disturbance, So That When The Violence Ceases Or The Creature Is Allowed Its Freedom, The Healthy Instinct To Flee Is Hugely Diminished, And The Creature Stays Put Instead.