Once upon a time in a peaceful village people would gather during the lunch hour to rest, eat their afternoon meals, and exchange village news and gossip. In the village square, some people chose to sit on the grass, others rested in the shade of a large tree, while some chose to sit underneath a century-old veranda.
One afternoon without warning tragedy came to the village. Five people died and two were seriously injured when the veranda broke loose and fell to the ground. Before the end of the day, rumors, myths, and suppositions began to formulate from questions such as why that particular veranda?
Why that particular day? Why that particular time? Why those particular people and not others? How could it have been prevented? Who is responsible for this tragedy?
These universal questions have not found an answer that forever eases away grief and loss, anxiety, guilt, and confusion. The silence that fills the air in response to questions seeking resolution has failed to ease the suffering that overcomes a loss soul. The silence has given birth to myths of old. It has also open doors to judgment, discontent, and marginalization.
To heal does not mean to cure. To heal is a process of becoming whole and thus an invitation to see the world anew and to enter into a more gratifying connection with all that is life.
Women are empowered to step over the threshold of discontent and uncertainty within a trusting environment that encourages them to use their voice to speak of and process personal feelings, thoughts, and behaviors. Within all of us there are powerful emotions within our souls that remain voiceless and silent until they are conveyed through imagery and symbols. It is through creative endeavors – drawing, cooking, writing, painting, gardening, poetry, child rearing, photography, weaving, reading, work – that a woman may be able to give “voice” to that which words cannot convey.
All forms of art provide a means to help a woman externalize that which silently moves her, to re-acquaint her self with self, to re-create a new awareness of self, to communicate about herself with others, and to meet her own wondrous feminine spirit/guide.
Stories, myths, and parables acknowledge and respect the unique individuality of each of us. Myths give voice, through their use of symbols, to what is hidden, unknown, or evasive. Stories that share the dynamics of human interactions silently plant a seed of personal truth in the dark component of each of us, waiting for the appropriate time to bloom and to nourish. They also illustrate the universal theme of suffering and its resolution. Parables, with their multiple levels of meaning, honor the unique perspective and understanding of both listener and speaker. These multiple layers of meaning touch what is salient to the reader and thus gift all readers with an invitation to define for self their own understanding, interpretation, and application.
One mother’s journey through grief is found in Cindy Bullens, Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth.
Nothing is hidden
It has always been clear as day
For divine wisdom; look at the old pine tree;
For eternal truth; listen to the birds sing;
Seeking the mind; there is no place to look;
Can you see the footprints of flying birds?
Above, not a single tile to shelter under,
Below, not a morsel of ground for support.