the interplay of new life & the old soul


There is a line in Ntozake Shange’s play, ‘for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf.’ In the play, the woman in purple speaks after having struggled to deal with all the psychic and physical aspects of herself that the culture ignores or demeans. She sums herself up in these wise and peaceful words:

here is what I have…


big thighs

lil tits


so much love

This is the power of the body, our power, the power of the wildish woman. In mythos and fairy tales, deities and other great spirits test the hearts of humans by showing up in various forms that disguise their divinity. They show up in robes, rags, silver sashes, or with muddy feet. They show up with skin dark as old wood, or in scales made of rose petal, as a  frail child, as a lime-yellow old woman, as a man who cannot speak, or as an animal who can. The great powers are testing to see if humans have yet learned to recognize the greatness of soul in all its varying forms. Stay awake so you can recognize the wild soul in all its many guises……Clarissa Pinkola Estes

staunch realists will shoot these hunches down…..will not know how to define soul, because it is not to be defined…..yielding to the flamboyance of raw soul invites our deepest trust, a blooming of color…..riotous and alive….may we keep seeking that sweet spot of knowing in the wet muck of spring….knowing, simply knowing…..

Throughout history, individuals have solved apparently impossible problems during moments of intense inner clarity. Variously called inspiration, peak performance, creative insight, and higher creativity, such moments produce illuminated understanding, which can then be shaped, revised, and carried forward by skill alone. Unlike insights achieved by force of intellect, many reports of non-ordinary knowing have an out-of-the-blue quality of ‘Where did this come from?’ The next thought is usually ‘Can this be true?’ coupled by a fierce desire to check out the information. Inner messages characteristically feel ‘new,’ in the sense that they don’t flow from an established line of thought. According to Einstein, knowing which questions to ask and how to frame a problem was ‘often more essential than its solution.’ He often stressed the value of intuition and described his own theories as a ‘free invention of the imagination,’ rather than the result of arduous inductive logic. Einstein’s insights showed how creative breakthroughs are often the result of going beyond logical understanding. His general relativity theory, which he called ‘the happiest thought of my life,’ was born when he realized that a person falling from a roof was both at rest and in motion at the same time. Perhaps even more surprising is the fact that Einstein’s creative solutions to mathematical problems did not come to him in words, which we normally associate with ‘logic.’…..Helen Palmer

theories, not excuses…..

Though spring begins tentatively, it grows with a tenacity that never fails to touch me. The smallest and most tender shoots insist on having their way, coming up through ground that looked, only a few weeks earlier, as if it would never grow anything again. The crocuses and snowdrops do not bloom for long. In my own life, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility: for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger’s act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again……Parker Palmer

4 thoughts on “the interplay of new life & the old soul

  1. This entire post is driven by the soul through the intellect. I love CPE, her stories bring an insight, as stated, not so much through words, but by creating a vision in the mind. I heard that Enstein got curious about time when riding the trolley to work and watching the clock tower that was left behind from where he embarked each morning, and I love the ‘myth’ of Persephone, the rejoicing at the return of beauty starts a cascade of energy, flowing from human emotion, that brings the planet back to life. Every flower we bend to touch, or that delights our eyes, the Redbud blooming, Dogwoods, Forsythias, and Magnolias … I feel that without our joy, ice would reign again …

    • wonderment alone may save us all……may we all trust our insights to embed ourselves in joy…..passion must outweigh indifference……sweet dreams in the myths of flowers g.f.s…..

  2. I agree with Peter. Ours is to be open, to venture past the unknown, to rely on more than what our eyes can see or our hands can hold. The soul can never be defined, for even in the attempt, it is made less. Our preconceived notion of life, love, truth are all small attempts to paint in the colors that only the rainbow has seen. Let us awake to see in the dark. Lovely, as ever Blue. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • our power blooms with our honest self….our soul warrior….shifting rainbows and redefining on the fly…..nature at its most free…..from brooding to healing held in the space of personal truth….I’ll paint my rainbow in the many shades of blue….may your dawn be crimson-gold today Bobbie…..

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