“… many times it is the things of nature that are the most healing, especially the very accessible and the very simple ones. The medicines of nature are powerful and straightforward… Continuance is a strange thing: it puts out tremendous energy, it can be fed for a month on five minutes of contemplating quiet water… The hallmark of the wild nature is that it goes on. It perseveres. This is not something we do. It is something we are, naturally and innately.”
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves
I had a rather grueling day yesterday. Anything that could be fubar at work did so with great élan. Being that I am now the whippin’ post for all things that can and will go wrong in the Dingo accounting world, any smiling I did was through gritted teeth. By the end of the workday, I was ready to run screamin’ for… anywhere… anything. I came home, walked for a while, then without a thought (as I walked off my walk in the backyard), I started digging in the dirt - pulled some weeds, replanted a few things, raked the leaves, weeds and crud from the remaining empty raised bed, as well as tilled it. Who knows if I’ll get around to planting anything. It just felt good to dig, to get dirt under my nails.
It revived me - immeasurably so. I went from the piss-poor attitude of “what’s the fucking point of fucking trying to be a fucking good, fucking responsible fucking adult?! E-fucking-nuff!!!” to this totally energized, vibrantly purple inner-aural glow. I finally came back in, cranked the ol’ gypsy tunes and bustled my way through dishes and laundry, talked to a couple of pals, then fell into a creative vortex that left my internal artistic self orgasmically gasping, “Damn, that felt gooooood!”
I feel grounded again. In touch. The wild gypsy stands stubbornly, hands on hips - well, one hand on one hip, as the other hand is busy flippin’ the bird at the remnants of a day that tried to spin the wheels off’n her wagon. It was no surprise at all when I picked up WWRWW, blindly flipped pages, and landed in the chapter that contained the above quote. All too often, I flip to a section in that book that speaks directly to an experience I’m either having, or have just had. The wild, the random, the nature of the beast, knows just what I need to hear.
Get outside people. Be part of it. Let the macrocosm rock your microcosm.