In fairy tales, the treasure that the hero or heroine has laboured so long to obtain is often lost just as home appears on the horizon. Overconfident, the eg allows its concentration to wander, and the treasure is snatched away by the evil shadow that lives in the unconscious. It is dangerous to work without a conscious witness, whether that witness is within or without. It is crucial to realise that even the perception of darkness is light in the darkness; it is the beginning of healing.
It might help you to remind yourself that if you have no experience of the conscious body, you are in unknown territory listening to your mother tongue. Its rhythms beat with the heart, with the emotions that circle and repeat and again repeat with a totally new vibration of feelings. Its vocabularly is simple, its knowing deep. This is not the language of polished English prose. It is heart language calling out to other hearts. It rings true on the breath. It fumbles at times, yes, because it prefers silence to dance or poetry or song. It is the language of dreams. To hear the feminine we have to dare to open our receptors to old words with new meanings. Love spoken from the mind is one thing, love whispered from a volcano is another. If this sounds apologetic, it is not meant to be. It is fact. People who have dared the brink to find their femininity are wary of being patted on the head with a silent. “It’s all right, dear.” They know they must be heard.
Marion Woodman
Leaving My Father’s House
Emerging From The Dark Night 