My front door is buried under four feet of ice.
In Maine we have crossed a threshold into the sixth month of snow. Not one peep before a lifeless dawn bled into a dull gray sky.
Starved for the first signs of spring, instead, the White Shroud had struck again. When I awakened this morning to yet one more snowfall and lack of birdsong, I was cross. For many women it is hard to remember that the devastating Power of Patriarchy is held by a few. It must also be acknowledged that it’s not just women who are under attack but to a lesser degree so are most men. Worst of all this serpent has not yet swallowed its own tail… Patriarchy has become such a devouring serpentine monster women’s suffering is incomprehensible. After reading the first paragraph of the post, I involuntarily leapt up to feed birds, instantly recognizing that I was not able to stay with the content without a break. March 31’s post on abortion brilliantly written by Janet Rudolph on FAR brought this truth home to me once again on a visceral level. Today Women’s Rights are under such a powerful assault that it is mind-bending – literally beyond comprehension. In myth, culture and in our personal lives if we are awake, honest, and have access to our feelings/senses we already know that we are struggling to live through this cataclysmic time. Today the dark side of serpent has risen again and is swallowing us whole.įour months before Covid struck I dreamed of a giant Rainbow Serpent that flooded the Rio Grande, sucking up her waters and was ‘told’ by a Voice that this mythic creature was heading our way…I awakened with nameless dread not having any idea what was coming, but understanding that whatever it was held a terrible Collective Power that was bearing down on us… I will always remember Marion Woodman, a Jungian analyst (and personal friend), who stated that every symbol carries both light and dark, and one side of the symbol will always shift into the other… She was speaking metaphorically but my mythic education and life experience as a naturalist have taught me/and continue to teach me that symbols like the serpent that were once holy beings are also living beings that were worshipped by Pre-Christian cultures, and then demonized by Christianity, recovered, and reverenced by feminists. The serpent, once life bringer for feminists now courts death. I married myself to the serpent of life, a creature who is now wrapping itself (both male and female) around the earth four times and squeezing the life out of Her, according to Mythologist Martin Shaw (see Emergence magazine). When I finally stepped into my life at 39, I entered a mythic world. In most cultures white is the color of death.
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