We’re the children of a creator, yes, but we’re also the children of a creatrix.
Well, as I see it, we’re all addicts, because we experience ourselves as emptiness swinging in empty space between spirit and matter.
Located nowhere. Someone, something out there must have the answer.
The more our spirit attempts to escape from this impossible world by transcendence or theorizing (fantasizing or fanaticism), the more our animal body compensates by becoming a garbage disposal, consuming everything we stuff into it.
We’re the children of a creator, yes, but we’re also the children of a creatrix.
Until we know her through the metaphors born of our own sacred matter, we’re trapped in our own void.
The healing power lies in the metaphor.
The creative imagination binds together the physical and spiritual, all that is spirit being pictured in the flesh Matisse was asked whether he believed in God, his response was, ‘yes, when I’m working’. — Marion Woodman, Conscious Femininity: Interviews with Marion Woodman, Page 80
