Monday, September 23, 2013

Myth/Parable for class

The story should be about forgiveness, since that is part of my discovery of the wholeness from which we all should try to function.  And love.  And breaking down our own delusions just enough to let the light from everyone seep in...

I find I think of the Buddha at Bedtime stories, specifically the little bird who tried, with his tears, to quench the forest fire rather than save himself.  But that is less right, because the idea is to have a flawed main character, one who softly harms another, and who is still forgiven and, in being forgiven, learns also to forgive, to love
Characters:  mother bear, broken and lost (Milda, a Lithuanian goddess of love and freedom); woman warrior (Lilith, Adam's first wife made at the same time as him, demon, one who refused to be dominated and chose independence)
Setting:  somewhere else, old, forested, perhaps a clearing like Terabithia
Problem: in her broken state, the bear attacks.  The warrior without her weapons, in her own grief, is taken by surprise and almost killed
Solution: time; as they lay beside each other healing, each learns to help the other, betraying everything they stand for in small ways, yet learning to trust and depend.  And they merge to grow into something more.

"Strength does not always look like you thought it would.  In fact, sometimes you can be strong and not even realize it.  And if you allow yourself to love, and to be loved, for real, there is nothing you can't do, nothing you cannot be."

After her Great Loss, Lilith set down her warrior's weapons and wandered lost.  Her eyes were blinded by what she knew she should have been.  Her limbs were weakened by a pain that broke her spirit from the rest of the world.  Her ears did not hear.  Her bare feet bleeding did not feel.  She stumbled into a clearing that meant nothing to her.  And here, she crumbled to her knees to weep without tears, her strength ebbing into the dry earth beneath her, leaving an empty shell.

In the shadows nearby, wounded and angered hid the mother bear Milda. Her grief was also great, but her power still raged.  Blind and full of fury, Milda charges Lillith.  The woman screams, the bear roars and skin and fur blend with blood till each lies down, taken into blackness.  It is here that the universe tilts...somehow, by the hand of gods, invisible and fluid, one leaks into the other.  Lilith, being near the stream, drinks the water and spills.  Milda laps the small puddle and finds the strength to reach the bush beside her, ripe with berries.  Her paws, too weak to clench, offer her lips but the barest taste, the rest tumbling from her sharp and deadly grasp to a place where Lilith can reach.

Days pass, the moon grows small again.  Neither creature sees, and each one soothes and shares, giving both unknowingly and gratuitously.  Until the next night when the moon is a distant cup full to overflowing with blue white water and their eyes are clear.  Their death and weakness were neither.  And since there is no going back, the goddess of love and freedom and the first wife demon warrior woman each stand, one beside the other, moving forward.  Neither is ever alone, for each is now inside the other.  And so each finds that they are everything.

 Bear Woman Dancing by Susan Seddon Boulet