“A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows. She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.” ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
This reminds me of naked painting where, the artist dropped amounts of colors haphazardly on a large canvas, and then rolled in them naked as their piece of expression. I remember the late Farrah Fawcett doing an article on it. Not out in nature, more of a studio expression.
Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,— Merrily, Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year…
Those words are of someone who is really thirsty , you I mean life. They are sexy in the sense it's a thirst unquenchable by even the prowess of a man.
