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
medicine stories
Stories are medicine.
hands soul stories
The craft of questions, the craft of stories, the craft of the hands - all these are the making of something, and that something is soul. Anytime we feed soul, it guarantees increase.
medicine community stories
Story is a medicine which strengthens and arights the individual and the community.
art psychology stories
Story is far older than the art of science and psychology, and will always be the elder in the equation no matter how much time passes.
medicine needs stories
Stories are medicine. They have such power; they do not require that we do, be, act anything - we need only listen.
stories blooming happens
I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you.
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.
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.