Long Ago The Word Alone Was Treated

Wolves Never Look More Funny Than When They Have Lost The Scent And Scrabble To Find It Again: They Hop In The Air; They Run In Circles, They Plow Up The Ground With Their Noses . . . .

The Quintessential Feminine Self Stands At The Center Of The Psyche And It Is Wild, Meaning Natural And Free, And Utterly Wise. It Is Not 'something' We Must Strive To Create. This Self Is Already Fully Present, Burning Strong And Waiting For Us To Come Into Its Presence.

Anything You Do From The Soulful Self Will Help Lighten The Burdens Of The World. Anything. You Have No Idea What The Smallest Word, The Tiniest Generosity, Can Cause To Be Set In Motion...mend The Part Of The World That Is Within Your Reach.

A Lover Cannot Be Chosen A La Smorgasbord. A Lover Has To Be Chosen From Soul-craving. To Choose Just Because Something Mouthwatering Stands Before Ou Will Never Satisfy The Hunger Of The Soul-self. And That Is What The Intuition Is For; It Is The Direct Messenger Of The Soul.

Stories Set The Inner Life Into Motion, And This Is Particularly Important Where The Inner Life Is Frightened, Wedged, Or Cornered. Story Greases The Hoists And Pulleys, It Causes Adrenaline To Surge, Shows Us The Way Out, Down, Or Up, And For Our Trouble, Cuts For Us Fine Wide Doors In Previously Blank Walls, Openings That Lead To The Dreamland, That Lead To Love And Learning, That Lead Us Back To Our Own Real Lives As Knowing Wildish Women.