Sublime

“Muéstreme un ser humano sano y yo lo curaré para Ud”. Carl Jung

Stories are medicine. “... Whenever a fairy tale is told, it becomes night. No matter where the dwelling, no matter the time, no matter the season, the telling of tales causes a starry sky and a white moon to creep from the eaves and hover over the heads of the listeners. Sometimes, by the end of the tale, the chamber is filled with daybreak, other

She collects and preserves especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world.

the hag-maiden, she shows us what it means to be, not withered, but wizened. Babies are born wizened with instinct. They know in their bones what is right and what to do about it. It is innate. If a woman holds on to this gift of being old while she is young and young while she is old, she will always know what comes next. If she has lost it, she c

know several writers who have this glyph taped above their writing desks. I know one who carries it folded up inside her shoe. It is from a poem by Charles Simic and it is the ultimate instruction to us all: “He who cannot howl, will not find his pack.”23

ethno-clinical psychology,

It is sometimes called the “woman who lives at the end of time,” or the “woman who lives at the edge of the world.” And this criatura is always a creator-hag, or a death Goddess, or a maiden in descent, or any number of other personifications.

Developing a relationship with the wildish nature is an essential part of women’s individuation.