Tribes & Tribulations

One of my most favourite books, ever, is Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. You may well have read it. I’m a monotheistic soul, but took the many gods in the book as a metaphor for Spirit. This allowed me to find much beauty and wisdom in it.

It really is true, I concur, that as you walk into your purpose, members of your tribe really do find you. The story the commentary below alludes to is an ancient folk take on The Ugly Duckling. Possibly more like the original than any version you’ve seen before. Not for Estes the watered-down fairy tales of the British child’s primary years, though those have their place too. I’m pretty certain they triggered my desire to write, but in what way there isn’t enough room to explore here.


Estes must surely be living her purpose, with prose as generous and healing as this. The extract below speaks for itself:

Oh, and this is a picture of my copy of the book; loved and dog-eared both. Which bits AREN’T highlighted – I know, right?!



My loved and dog-eared copy, covered in random love hearts.  (Which bits aren’t underlined?)


This extract is from the chapter Finding One’s Pack: Belonging as Blessing, which speaks for itself.

“If you have attempted to fit whatever mold and failed to do so, you are probably lucky. You may be an exile of some sort, but you have sheltered your soul. This is an odd phenomenon that occurs when one keeps trying to fit in and fails. Even though the outcast is driven away, she is at the same time driven into the arms of her psychic and true kin, whether these be a course of study, an art form, or a group of people. It is worse to stay where one does not belong at all than to wander about lost for a while and looking for the psychic and soulful kinship one requires. It is never a mistake to search for what one requires. Never.”