March 15th, 2004

alice lost in labyrinth

fear of failure

Found in the 'Notes' section at the back of the book:
Women Who Run With The Wolves
Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D.

"Fear of failure" is one of those catch-phrases that does not really describe what a woman truly fears. Usually a single fear has three parts; one part being a residue from the past (this often being a source of shame), one part being a lack of certainty in the present, and one part being a fear of poor outcome or negative consequences in the future.

Regarding the creative life, one of the most common fears is not precisely a fear of failure, but rather a fear to test the mettle. The thinking goes something like this . . . if you fail, you can pick yourself back up and begin anew; you have infinite chances ahead of you. But, what if you succeed, but in the mediocre range? What if no matter how hard you try, you achieve, yes, but not at the level you wanted to? That is the far more bedeviling issue for those who create. And there are many, many others. That is why the creative life is a deep and complicated path all its own. Yet, even all this complexity should not keep us from it, for the creative life lies right over the heart of the wild nature. Despite worst fears, there is profound nurturance from the instinctive nature.
alice facepalm

Alternate History

Thanks to papilleau, who posted this in greatpoets recently.

Alternate History

No one in fatigues has ever walked point
Down Chestnut Trails
Between the carefully mown lawns
And swing sets, ducking not to snag
The barrel of a rifle
On my neighbor's ornamental cherry
The sound of helicopter rotors
Has never roused me from cold sleep.
Planes at night don't rumble--
Wait the concussive shock
Of cluster bombs. Nor do I
Wonder if my son, digging a bike jump
Will find a landmine
The grocery is open and hums the fluorescent purr
Of a refrigerator. The shelves are full
Of honey dijon salad dressing, Pop Tarts
Cheetos and Fritos and Cheerios,
Cold yellow butter.
I have never stood in line
For canned milk and clean water
The heat always works in winter.
Boys in fatigues never knocked on my door
Walked through my house,
Pointed to my husband and son, said,
"Come with me." I have never
Watched them walk my men across Tinker's Creek
Towards the baseball diamond
Straining to see the light
Shine on the fine blonde of my boy's hair,
And listened to the distant
Firecracker pop pop pop
Of gunfire.

- Maureen McHugh
alice lost in labyrinth

Self and self

Found in the 'Notes' section at the back of the book:
Women Who Run With The Wolves
Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D.

You may wonder how many "selfs," that is, centers of consciousness, there are in the psyche. There are many, with one usually the most dominant. Like the pueblos and casitas in New Mexico, the psyche is always in at least three stage --- the old fallen down part, the part you live in, and the part under construction. It is like that.
Also, in Jungian theory, the Self with a capital S means the vast soul force. The self with a lower case s signifies the more personal, more limitable person that we are.
  • Current Music
    cd, Nelly Furtado ~ Folklore, song: one-trick pony
  • Tags