Tuesday, December 27, 2011


I reread a Women Who Run with Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes about Jungian female archetypes recently and something new sticks every time I read it. This time it was a word:


In our culture alone is very scary word. We are afraid of dying alone. We feel sorry for our friends to who spend holidays alone. We find life partners so we won't be alone.

Consider a new way to look at alone. Alone started out as two words


At some point in language history all one was squished together to be alone.

Take a look at these pictures. Pick one and describe how alone looks to you.


Air tickles and smells of sea and conifer leaves
Lifting heady breath
One of me, miles granite crevasses
North points to
Endings or beginnings. All one