If any of you are wondering about my apparent fascination with pelicans, it comes from an encounter I had with one a few years ago. Pelicans are actually indigenous creatures where I live but I never saw one while growing up. DDT and other pesticides killed them off, but when those substances were banned, they made a comeback. A number of years ago, I was hiking along a sea bluff and I came across a juvenile or a female — hard to tell which– perched on the railing. She did not startle when I approached. Had I wanted to I could have reached out and touched her. Instead I just marveled at such a magnificent creature. Right then she became a symbol to me of one coming back from the brink. Whenever I am feeling defeated, I think of her.
And this is an image of her, THE pelican, on that day:
I first read the book Women Who Run with the Wolves over twenty years ago. I did not like it much back then. I thought it was an epic mixing of metaphors, offering me no personal insight. However, something has compelled me to read it again. I guess a life time makes a difference since I am learning much from it now.
As a response to my reading of the first few chapters, I made this quick collage of some found images. I may use it as a reference for a painting. Maybe.
My interpretation of the image: when one experiences the “dark night of the soul” and her inner world becomes parched and barren like a desert, the archetypal “Wild Woman” will emerge in that landscape to bring it back to life.