A Woman may crave to be near water , or be belly down , her face in the earth , smelling the wild smell .
She might have to drive into the wind .
She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground .
She may have to knead and bake , rapt in dough up to her elbows .
She may have to trek into the hills leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain .
She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor .
She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm , sit in perfect silence , return home ink -stained , paint-stained , tear-stained , moon -stained …
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes ~
Artist Credit : Andy Kehoe
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