Singing Over the Bones

The following passage is from Woman Who Run with the Wolves by C.P. Estes

La Loba

   "There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows in their souls but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.

    She is circumspect, often hairy, always fat, and especially wishes to evade most company. She is both a crower and a cackler, generally having more animal sounds than human ones.

    I might say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian territory. Or that she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. Perhaps she will be seen traveling south in Monte Alban in a burnt-out car with the back window shot out. Or maybe she will be spotted standing by the highway near El Paso, or riding shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico or walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back.  She calls herself by many names: La Huesera, Bone Woman; La Trapera, The Gatherer; and La Loba, Wolf Woman.

    The soul work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She collects and preserves especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is wolves.

   She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montanas, mountains, and arroyos, dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.

   And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That Is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.

   And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.

   And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.

   Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.

   So remember, if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for La Loba may take a liking to you and show you something- something of the soul."

I'll be honest....as a woman living in this day and age it is so easy to get "lost".... to wander away from your soul and to forget the Wild Woman that you are born with.  With all of the commitments we carry out on a daily basis when does that leave us the time to honor ourselves? We get disconnected along the way feel empty inside trying to cling to each little brief moment of catching a glimpse out the wildness that brings us joy.

This being a store for women who I envision to be strong, wild and beautiful I could not help but share that passage with you from one of my favorite books, for I too am struggling...praying that La Loba can find enough of bones to sing over and bring me back to life. This morning I took the first step in calling the Wild Woman back into my life.....I put on a maxi dress that made me feel ethereal (the new Spiral Dance Maxi), actually took time to put on some makeup and my favorite jewelry....and grabbed my favorite book. I dropped my son off at school, added new items to the website and then sat outside to get lost in my favorite book.  Today I pray yet again to have the life sung back into me....and I hope that you all do the same if it is needed.

To get your inner Goddess/Wild Woman going, throw on a beautiful maxi dress.....plant your bare feet into the earth and know that everything can be sung back to life.

 

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Brooke Kittrell