Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Clarissa Pinkola Estésis an American poet, Jungian pscyhoanalyst, post-trauma recovery specialist, author and spoken word artist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 January 1945
CountryUnited States of America
art butterfly night
I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.
dream heart night
Like night dreams, stores often use symbolic language, therefore bypassing the ego and persona, and traveling straight to the spirit and soul who listen for the ancient and universal instructions imbedded there. Because of this process, stories can teach, correct errors, lighten the heart and the darkness, provide psychic shelter, assist transformation and heal wounds.
dream night hair
Bone by bone, hair by hair, Wild Woman comes back. Through night dreams, through events half understood and half remembered...
night hair long
We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.
family invention latina means proud simply women
No Latina woman would be called 'Ms.' - that's an invention of middle-class Anglo women. Latina women are proud to be called 'Mrs.' That simply means that we have a family.
medicine stories
Stories are medicine.
teacher greater
Failure is a greater teacher than success
running circles air
Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles, they plow up the ground with their noses . . . .
forgiveness forgiving god-forgives
God forgives us. ... Who am I not to forgive?
soul wish culture
Though her soul requires seeing, the culture around her requires sightlessness. Though her soul wishes to speak its truth, she is pressured to be silent.
cutting hands touching
The body is like the earth ... as vulnerable to overbuilding, being carved into parcels, cut off, overmined, and shorn of its power as any landscape.
art illusion eternity
Without art we live under the illusion that there is only time, and not eternity.
inspiration rivers rocks
Tears are a river that takes you somewhere…Tears lift your boat off the rocks, off dry ground, carrying it downriver to someplace better.
art moments stolen
Art is not meant to be created in stolen moments only.