The Wolf's Eyelash

The Wolf’s Eyelash

By Clarissa Pinkola Estes Ph.D.

If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.

“Don’t go out in the woods, don’t go out,” they said.

“Why not? Why should I not go out in the woods tonight?” she asked.

“A big wolf lives there who eats humans such as you. Don’t go out in the woods, don’t go out. We mean it.”

Naturally she went out. She went out in the woods anyway, and of course she met the wolf, just as they had warned her.

“See, we told you,” they crowed.

“This is my life, not a fairy tale, you dolts,” she said. “I have to go to the woods, and I have to meet the wolf, or else my life will never begin.”

But the wolf she encountered was in a trap, in a trap this wolf’s leg was in.

“Help me, oh help me! Aieeeee, aieeee, aieeee!” cried the wolf. “Help me, oh help me!” he cried, “and I shall reward you justly.” For this is the way of wolves in tales of this kind.

“How do I know you won’t harm me?” she asked–it was her job to ask questions. “How do I know you will not kill me and leave me lying in my bones?”

“Wrong question,” said this wolf. “You’ll just have to take my word for it.” And the wolf began to cry and wail once again and more.

“Oh, aieee! Aieeee! Aieeee!

There’s only one question 

worthy asking fair maiden,

wooooooooor

aieeeee th’

soooooooool?”

“Oh you wolf, I will take a chance. Alright, here!” And she sprang the trap and the wolf drew out its paw and this she bound with herbs and grasses.

“Ah, thank you kind maiden, thank you,” sighed the wolf. And because she had read too many of the wrong kind of tales, she cried, “Go ahead and kill me now, and let us get this over with.”

But no, this did not come to pass. Instead this wolf put his paw upon her arm.

“I’m a wolf from another time and place,” said he. And plucking a lash from his eye, he gave it to her and said, “Use this, and be wise. From now on you will know who is good and not so good; just look through my eyes and you will see clearly.

For letting me live, 

I bid you live

in a manner as never before.

Remember, there’s only one question

worthy asking fair maiden,

wooooooooor

aieeeee th’

soooooooool?”

And so she went back to her village,

happy to still have her life.

And this time as they said,

“Just stay here and be my bride," 

or "Do as I tell you," 

or "Say as I want you to say,

and remain as unwritten upon 

as the day you came,”

she held up the wolf’s eyelash

and peered through

and saw their motives

as she had not seen them before.

And the next time 

the butcher weighed the meat,

she looked through her wolf’s eyelash

and saw that he weighed his thumb too.

And she looked at her suitor

who said “I am so good for you,”

and she saw that her suitor 

was so good for exactly nothing.

And in this way and more,

she was saved,

from not all,

but from many 

misfortunes.

But more so, in this new seeing, not only did she see the sly and cruel, she began to grow immense in heart, for she looked at each person and weighed them anew through this gift from the wolf she had rescued.

And she saw those who were truly kind

and went near to them,

and found her mate

and stayed all the days of her life,

she discerned the brave

and came close to them,

she apprehended the faithful

and joined with them,

she saw bewilderment under anger

and hastened to soothe it,

she saw love in the eyes of the shy

and reached out to them,

she saw suffering in the stiff-lipped

and courted their laughter,

she saw need in the man with no words

and spoke for him,

she saw faith deep in the woman,

who said she had none,

and rekindled hers from her own.

She saw all things

with her lash of wolf

all things true,

and all things false,

all things turning against life

and all things turning toward life,

all things seen only

through the eyes of that

which weighs the heart with heart,

and not with mind alone.

This is how she learned that it is true what they say, that the wolf is the wisest of all. If you listen closely, the wolf in its howling is always asking the most important question–not where is the next food, not where is the next fight, not where is the next dance?—

but the most important question 

in order to see into and behind,

to weigh the value of all that lives,

wooooooooor

aieeeee th’

soooooooool?“

wooooooooor

aieeeee th’

soooooooool?”

Where is the soul?

Where is the soul?

Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.

Go out in the woods,

go out.

Go out in the woods,

go out,

Go out in the woods,

go out.

Steppenwolf- Born To Be Wild

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