Self Reclamation: La Loba (An Inner Territory Journey)
This is a unique guided meditation.
There is an old woman of legend who Estes writes, “lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen.” She is often described as hairy, fat, and always wanting to evade company. She crows and she cackles, living on the edges of deserts, in wells, and traveling with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called the Bone Woman, The Gatherer, and La Loba the Wolf Woman.”
La Loba collects bones, preserves what is in danger of being lost to us. She fills her cave with the bones of desert creatures, especially and always wolves. Estes writes that La Loba “creeps and crawls and sifts through mountains and dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.”
“And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.
And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.
This is a unique guided meditation.
There is an old woman of legend who Estes writes, “lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen.” She is often described as hairy, fat, and always wanting to evade company. She crows and she cackles, living on the edges of deserts, in wells, and traveling with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called the Bone Woman, The Gatherer, and La Loba the Wolf Woman.”
La Loba collects bones, preserves what is in danger of being lost to us. She fills her cave with the bones of desert creatures, especially and always wolves. Estes writes that La Loba “creeps and crawls and sifts through mountains and dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.”
“And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.
And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.
This is a unique guided meditation.
There is an old woman of legend who Estes writes, “lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen.” She is often described as hairy, fat, and always wanting to evade company. She crows and she cackles, living on the edges of deserts, in wells, and traveling with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called the Bone Woman, The Gatherer, and La Loba the Wolf Woman.”
La Loba collects bones, preserves what is in danger of being lost to us. She fills her cave with the bones of desert creatures, especially and always wolves. Estes writes that La Loba “creeps and crawls and sifts through mountains and dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.”
“And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.
And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.