We are in Day 2 of Dancing Through Darkness and today, we sink into our Wildness.
In her book, Women Who Run with The Wolves. Clarissa Pinkola Estes writes about La Loba, the wolf woman. She collects bones of wolves and sings life into them.
Here is a short excerpt from the book, which I highly recommend if you haven’t read it yet.
There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows 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.
The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She is know to collect and preserve 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….but her specialty is said to be wolves.
She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montanas and arroyos, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assemled 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 sing some more and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shagyy 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, leaups 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 raw 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 it is said that 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.
From Women who Run with the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, pg 26-28