Story is one of the oldest medicines we have. Here is one of mine.
Once upon a time all that there was, was the void.
Darkness and Silence. Silence and Darkness. Darkness and Silence.
Then there was a sound. It sounded like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm. Time passed and the rumble grew louder and louder as it drew closer and closer. There were crashes, lightning, thunder, and then there was a “bang”.
And the universe was born.
And at the very beginning of time each and every one of us felt so connected to our beautiful animate Earth.
The Earth, the Wind, the Fire and the Water.
Time passed, society grew and demanded logic, structure and rational thinking.
And slowly, over time, we became disconnected from that aspect of self that’s curious about the irrational: magic, myth, stories and legends.
And women’s “rites” were slowly eroded.
“The suppression of women’s rights began with the suppression of women’s rites.” — Merlin Stone
I sat with the question: how can we re-remember that connection we once felt within ourselves, with each other and with the animate earth, when we have become so disconnected from our “rites” and from that aspect of self that’s curious about the irrational?
And over a number of years a course titled Know Thyself started to unfold. Know Thyself
Where are you in this story? Perhaps sit with it for a while and notice what it stirs in you.