It is Raining - Again
Gray days turn down the volume on everything for me. I spent most of the day helping my daughter prepare for her finals, poking around in the kitchen, and otherwise wrapped in blankets watching movies. I think it's a good thing I don't live in Seattle. I wouldn't get much done. New England has just enough rain that I can romanticize the melancholy. Set a fire in the old Rumford fireplace and let the dull day pass by.
I chose Seeking Elevation's post to feature this week. Maybe it's because I'm a sucker for musicians, but have known to steer clear, preferring to live vicariously through the stories of others, or simply through my own imagination.
I know he tasted like whisky, but it's a thing I know intellectually. Every other part of me has forgotten. I forget the taste of the cigarettes he put out on stage.
It felt like spying, watching him howl what sounded like agony into a microphone. And after all that, to still have enough left to tease a finger down my spine; after all that anguish to still have lust...
Licking a thumb, I wiped my palm free of the number he's written there. I didn't want to know what happened to a blues singer in the light of day.
Along with The Artist's Way, I've also been re-reading Women Who Run with the Wolves. Obviously I'm on a kick to rekindle stronger forces within. I first read this book in 2000 which, when I look back, was the to date the most stunningly powerful year of my life, and this book though remarkably good in its own right, is also just one of those books that's infused with all kinds of personal memories. Just cracking the book's spine brings me back and it's visceral, in my bones. But it is also the best book I've ever read that explains the woman's psyche, at least as I've experienced it. Some refer to it as the "Woman's Bible", and I would agree. If you've read it, I'd love to hear about your experience with it. And though it is written for women, I would recommend it to any man who wishes to not just understand, but love powerfully the women in their lives.
From the jacket blurb: "In Women Who Run with the Wolves, Dr. Estes has created a new lexicon for describing the female psyche. Fertile and life-giving, it is a psychology of women in the truest sense, a knowing of the soul."
The word is:
"Here, nothing thrives for the asking. The winds blow hard so the people have to wear their parkas and mamleks, boots, sideways on purpose now. Here, words freeze in the open air, and whole sentences must be broken from the speaker's lips and thawed at the fire so people can see what has been said. Here, the people live in the white and abundant hair of old Annuluk, the old grandmother, the old sorceress who is Earth herself. And it was in this land that there lived a man...a man so lonely that over the years, tears had carved great chasms into his cheeks."