Sublime

Sometimes a stranger asks me for one of the stories I’ve mined, shaped, and carried over the years. As the keeper of these stories, given to me on the basis of promises asked

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.

And that key, that tiny symbol of her life, suddenly will not cease its bleeding, will not cease to give the cry that something is wrong. A woman may try to hide from the devastations of her life, but the bleeding, the loss of life’s energy, will continue until she recognizes the predator for what it is and contains

This is done by descending into the deepest mood of great love and feeling, till one’s desire for relationship with the wildish Self overflows,

Even though they’re wearing a ski mask, have a knife between their teeth, and a sack of money slung over their shoulder, we believe them when they tell us they’re in the banking business.

A woman’s issues of soul cannot be treated by carving her into a more acceptable form as defined by an unconscious culture, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of consciousness. No, that is what has already caused millions of women who began as strong and natural powers to become

But it is so much more serious, for the blood represents a decimation of the deepest and most soulful aspects of one’s creative life.

There she must remain proper and silent ... no overt yearning allowed, and more specifically, no fulfillment of that yearning. This is the beginning of soul famine for the creative spirit.

from body, from dreams and journeys of all sorts. La Loba parallels world myths in which the dead are brought back to life.