THE INDOMITABLE WOMAN is the physical well-being of all women.
Without her, the psychology of women has no basis. This wild woman is the primeval woman. It does not change, regardless of culture, era, politics.
No matter how many times she is pushed down, she always comes back up. No matter how often she is banned, restrained, withdrawn, weakened, and tormented, no matter how often she is painted as too much, unsafe, crazy, dangerous, and other derogatory terms, she always wells up again. In all women.
The indomitable woman is the origin of the feminine, she is all that is instinct, she is the foundation. The incubator, the foresight, the keen listener, the faithful heart. She speaks the language of dreams of poetry and passion. She is the one we come home to . She walks through deserts, forests, across oceans, through cities, in slums and in castles. She lives with kings, with campesinas, in the boardroom, in the factory, in prison, in the mountain of loneliness.
The post - World War II generation grew up in a time when women were treated like children and property . They were tended like fallow gardens… But luckily there was always wild seed hidden right under the surface cracking to emerge.
What they wrote was unauthorized, but some women said what they had on their minds anyway. What they painted went unrecognized, yet it nourished their souls. Women had to beg for the tools and space they needed for their art, and when none came, they made room in forests, caves, and closets.
Dancing was hardly allowed, so they danced in the woods where no one could see them, or in the basement, or when they took out the garbage.
Making yourself beautiful aroused distrust. With a feminine body or colourful clothes, the danger was greater that you would come across as threatening, that you would be too desirable, or that you would be assaulted. They couldn't even call the clothes on the body their property.
It was a superficial time when the mental wounds of expressive women were labeled “TOO MUCH" or "nervous breakdowns," when girls and women who were tightly constricted, restrained, muzzled, were called “nice." And those other women, who managed to escape the chain once or twice in their lives, are labeled as “bad, dangerous”.
A woman's soul issues cannot be dealt with by molding her into a more acceptable model. I call her the indomitable woman, because those words, indomitable and woman, cause "Llamar o tocar a la Puerta" The knock on the door of the female psyche. Whatever culture a woman is influenced by, she understands the words indomitable and woman intuitively.
When women hear those words, a primal instinct is awakened and brought back to life. It is the very ancient memory of our absolute , undeniable , unalterable kinship with the wild woman . A relationship that may have become shadowy through neglect, displaced by over-domestication, exiled by the dominant culture, or no longer understood.
We have almost forgotten her real name, we hardly answer when she calls us, but in our deepest being we know her, we long for her. We know she belongs to us and we to her. It is a fundamental elemental and essential relationship that we are born with. Sometimes we experience it fleetingly and that drives us mad because we want it to be permanent .
When we find her trail , it 's not uncommon for women to do everything they can to catch up , clear the desk , break up the relationship , forget the old , start a new path , make a turnaround , to break the rules, to stop the world, because from now on we will not go on without her.
Once women have lost it and then found it again , they will go to great lengths to keep it forever . Only through her do their creative lives flourish, their relationships grow deeper and healthier, their cycles of sexuality and play are restored.
The desire for her arises when we meet someone living this wild relationship, we realize that we have spent too little time on our dreams, too little time on our own creative life, our soul work, or the things we really care about.
When a woman is cut off from her fundamental origins, she becomes sterile and her instincts and natural life cycles are lost.
The wild woman belongs to all women and to find her we must return to our instincts, to dig into our memory for our wild soul.
Without us the indomitable woman dies, without her we die . Para vida, for real life, both must exist. Women who run with wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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