my soledad

*Exile as Boon

If you have attempted to fit whatever mold and failed to do so, you are probably lucky. You may be an exile of some sort, but you have sheltered your soul. There is an odd phenomenon that occurs when one keeps trying to fit and fails. Even though the outcast is driven away, she is at the same time driven into the arms of her psychic and true kin, whether these be a course of study, an art form or a group of people. It is worse to stay where one does not belong at all than to wander about lost for a while and looking for the psychic and soulful kinship one requires. It is never a mistake to search for what one requires. Never.


And so I’m off to find what I have been , for so long, searching and searching and searching for.

This is me, finally getting free.





*Excerpt fromClarissa Pinkola Estes’s Women Who Run With the Wolves