April 24, 2010

I am participating in a six month Archetypal Journey of Twelve Wise Women – well maybe 11 wise women and me!

Our work for tomorrow is coniunctio… and I haven’t come up with my participatory piece yet. But something that is niggling me is the colors – red, white, black.

Maybe because I just worked with making intuition dolls and we talked about Vasilisa and her red boots, her black skirt, and her white apron. And there is also the imagery of the three horsemen – red, black, white, and there is also something with alchemy – black – to white – to red – to gold – and the words negredo, albedo, and  rubedo – and how the work of mining the unconscious, working with shadow, brings up gold from our depths and our own darkness once brought to the light of consciousness.

Any ideas? references? Stories? that might help me go to the next place with this?

And in an interesting synchronicity – I have recently been in contact with two men who participated in a gender conversation last spring. First women sat in a circle and spoke about what it means and feels like to be a woman in our culture and the men formed a protective container in a circle around us, and then the women switched with the men, and we had the rare chance to peek into the inner world of the wounded masculine. That experience rocked my world – and a year later – the conversation continues with these two Sacred Warrior men.

For quite some time I have believed that women have done enough work to come to the marriage of the Sacred Masculine and the Divine Feminine – but men haven’t been able to have the same space to do this work – and we as women are somehow acting as gatekeepers in a way that doesn’t allow this work.

The goddess is alive and afoot and present… and looking for her mature, masculine partner… and he isn’t here yet. And it isn’t because men don’t yearn to do the work – I believe they do… It is because our culture socializes boys and men into narrow realms of expression.

James Hollis has a wonderful passage in his book Finding Meaning in the Second Half of Life about women and men.

Women are usually far more emotionally differentiated  – that is, they
have a much keener awareness of their inner reality, have a range of
friends who support their process of growth, and have already
undertaken a wider range of personal exploration.  Today’s woman
remembers a grandmother who suffered the horror of gender
discrimination and had few professional choices.  Her mother was
caught in a changing world, whipsawed between motherhood and
unprecedented opportunities for career.  Today’s younger woman sees
models all around her, and is just as likely to define herself through
her work as her grandmother did through her homemaking.  But at least
she has a choice today.  Many choose to do both, and most struggle
heroically to balance the world of domestic and professional
responsibilities.  And often without an understanding, and supportive

At the same time, in speaking to women’s groups, I have suggested that
women look at men this way: if they took away their own network of
intimate friends, those with whom they share their personal journey,
removed their sense of instinctual guidance, concluded that they were
almost wholly alone in the world, and understood that they would be
defined only by standards of productivity external to them, they would
then know the inner state of the average man.  They are horrified at
the notion. <snip>

Addendum from:

Title: Initiation and Meaning in the Tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Author(s): N. J. Girardot
Source: The Journal of American Folklore, Vol. 90, No. 357 (Jul. – Sep., 1977), pp. 274-300
Publisher(s): American Folklore Society

During mid-winter the Queen wishes for a child “white as snow, red as blood, black as wood.”


From a comparative perspective, the color symbolism in some primitive situations involves the idea of a union
of the red (menstrual blood) and white (semen) through the agency of the black (the ritual “death” involved in the initiation and marriage union).

I find this fascinating as I am also working through this tale in the Dangerous Old Woman series right now… Guess this is really working me? yes?



  1. Hello… oh you are doing fabulous work… I’m lost in some pattern of throwing myself at some kind of… wall of silence/ non-response. Seem to have done several X now. Very old-boy network. No art space. No voice. Any suggestions?

  2. Lorraine – Sandhill Crane Woman – good to see you here. I will send you an email!

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