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Ansisters Event August 2005

patterns

Detail from the performance 'Patterns Outside My Head' by Janine Lewis, Rantebeng Makapan and Bonisile Nxumalo. As part of the FACE Ansisters 2005 event, Constitution Hill, Johannesburg.

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links... : inspiration : 07


  1. call to action
  2. shush now
  3. poetry
  4. schmidt's clicks
  5. seed persons
  6. hearing visions
  7. mother
  8. gebreekte snaar
  9. voorgevoelens
  10. halssnoer
  11. DNA
  12. Uexküll's spider web
  13. first mothers
  14. clay and plaster
  15. these hands
  16. con hill
  17. you shine
  18. ladybird
  19. Hymn to Her
  20. For our children
  21. ...

 

 

mother

"You are born to one mother, but if you are lucky, you will have more than one. And among them all you will find most of what you need." Your relationships with todas las madres, the many mothers, will most likely be ongoing ones, for the need for guidance and advice is never outgrown, nor from the point of view of women’s deep creative life, should it ever be.

Relationships between women, whether the women share the same bloodlines or are psychic soulmates, whether the relationship is between analyst and analysand, between teacher and apprentice, or between kindred spirits, are kinship relationships of the most important kind.

While some who write in psychology today tout the leaving of the entire mother matrix as though it were a coup, that if not accomplished, taints one forever, and though some say that denigration of one’s personal mother is good for an individual’s mental health, in truth, the construct and concept of the wild mother can never and should never be abandoned. For if it is, a woman abandons her own deep nature, the one with all the knowing in it, all the bags of seeds, all the thorn needles for mending, all the medicines for work and rest and love and hope.

Rather than disengaging from the mother, we are seeking a wild and wise mother. We are not, cannot be, separate from her. Our relationship to this soulful mother is meant to turn and turn and to change and change, and it is a paradox. This mother is a school we are born into, a school we are students in, a school we are teachers at, all at the same time, and for the rest of our lives. Whether we have children or not, whether we nourish the garden, the sciences, or the thunderworld of poetics, we always brush against the wild mother on our way to anywhere else, and this is as it should be."

Clarissa Pinkola Estes — Women who run with the Wolves

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