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.
A place were time itself did not exist.
Darkness and Silence. Silence and Darkness. Darkness and Silence.
Then there was a sound. It sounded like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm. 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 and time were born.
And at the very beginning of time chaos and order lived in harmony with each other. Everything on Earth felt a beautiful spiritual connection to the animate Earth, the wind, the fire and the water.
Time passed, man evolved and society grew demanding logic, structure and rational thinking.
And slowly 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.