Epiphanies | BLOG 3 / CA /

What was discovered | I found out I am the wolf in more ways than I've ever imagined. This was hard to deal with because it meant admitting to myself vulnerabilities, faults, etc. 

Basic archetypes of the wolf:

• The nurturing and protective wolf appearing as the great she-wolf who nursed Romulus and Remus (Anima).
• The lone male wolf  initiated by society forces the young adult in becoming a mature adult (Anima).
• The guard  conducting souls through the gates, which had to be passed as in Egyptian mythology (Shadow).
• The wolf in sheep’s clothing who attempts to hide its instinctive and wild self by developing a persona of meekness and innocence (Persona).
• The howling wolf who has a voice to communicate with others and is reclaimed inner voice of the soul (Ego)
• The wolf and lamb lying together, which represents inner peace  (Self).
• The differentiated wolf who has accepted his (or her) role in life (Ego after individuation).

To deter from current epiphanies, I did really like our trip to the Jung Institute and enjoyed Ami's presentation. She was such a great help and I hope to visit in the near future. Recently, I have reawakened my love for collage, and my journal is full of them now. As a visual artist, this resonates more with me than to pouring myself into written word. Poetry and visual imagery grounded in specificity really hit hard. Here's a poem I wrote today: 

Hushed 

a wolf in oven roasted chicken skin

         a howl

a caw

         with breath so thin

claws

         like tiny slivers of melting ice

and harvest moon eyes

         that drown the soul

in melodic inconsistencies – a vice

advice is all I need

        

         from you,

an archetype,

         symbolic plea

symbolically

                  

         a sacrifice

or ritual

         that comes in threes

         that comes in threes

         that comes in threes

a trinity

         of affinities

I don’t believe in God

         but when I’m scared

I pray the Rosary

         I mouth

ten Glory-Bes

Hail Mary full of

Grace,

Hail Mary full of

Nighttime rage,

Hail Mary of the

unconscious

                Soul—

A star in the sky

         wishing on itself

a wolf in oven roasted chicken skin---

biting fat from bone,

                  

         there’s something so exquisite

to eat,

 another carnivore.