PSYCHOLOGY
The Secret of Fire-Woman and the Desert Archetype
Archetypes color my days. Today, I’m creating space for new things to emerge.

I feel like a fire-woman today. Buried deep inside myself. Where it’s dark and silent and spacious. My voice is hoarse and crackly. Better not to speak too much today. My body is tired. I have to shed some heavy loads.
So I step into the desert. My feet are walking on hot sand. Sharp, grain-filled winds swirl around my head. The landscape is shifting with every gust. I feel unsteady. The vortexes take my body and toss her around.
I seem weak, but I am strong.
Feeling Mother Nature under my feet, in the desert landscape.
I can let go.
Give over to happenings inside. Shedding my skins. Snake-like. Leaving beauty behind for sand to devour.
Becoming raw. Becoming real. Becoming me again.
I know me. Intimately. Every typical me-like detail is mine. And mine only.
So I make space in my body and in my soul for new things to emerge.
Welcome, my loved one. I am enough.
Landscape Archetypes
Tree Sisters, Clare Dubois, and Mary Reynolds Thompson gave me the landscape archetypes. I never studied Carl Gustav Jung closely enough to know if they were in his work as well. But I can imagine Clarissa Pinkola Estes knowing about them.
“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” — Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I don’t really care if psychology-experts know about landscape archetypes or not. As soon as they entered my consciousness, they started to accompany me on my path.
I return to them often and they help me face life in all her fullness.
Sometimes, I’m in the desert. Making space for new things. I create quiet time just for me. Shedding loads. Not doing. Just being.
At other times I’m in the forest, where the magic happens. Or I meet oceans and rivers to feel flow and waves. I face my challenging mountains. And if I’m brave enough, I’ll go to the grasslands and show myself to the world.
The fire-woman in me has spoken today. A hoarse, crackly voice on paper.
Silence will be with me for some more time.
Thank you, Mary and Clare.
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