The Huntress + The Dark Night of the Soul
The dark night of the soul is something that many people have written about over centuries. The phrase itself has become synonymous with hardship and loss and quests to regain what was lost. I have written alot over the last few years about the experiences and heartache that have shaped who I now am and and most importantly the work that I now find myself devoted to.
I no longer want to tell the stories of ‘this or that’ happened.
I want to tell you how I came out the other side.
I want to tell you what worked and what didn’t.
I want you to know that there is a way through and you don’t have to go it alone.
I want to encourage you to let go of the stories that no longer serve and discover the strength that lies at the heart of your feminine darkness.
In those spaces between the knowing.
This is my story of the Huntress.
You see I’m fascinated with mythology, I always have been.
These myths date back to the beginning of time and form tapestries on the walls of our collective unconscious. The stories of Artemis and Diana in mythology show her as a moon goddess, governing the wild natures of women children and animals. She is depicted often with the crescent moon with a bow and arrow in her hand. The huntress governs the ebb and flow of our feminine cycle and it is with her by our side that we enter our dark night of the soul. Like a stroll into the woods without her guidance and fierce support do we make it out in one piece.
For this to happen we have to trust her, dance in our darkness and embrace the power and strength that quite frankly we have no clue exists until there is nothing else.
Ask a mother in child birth where she drew the strength from
Ask a wife how she knew that something just wasn’t right
Ask the artist that writes and writes where that first divine spark came from
So when I saw this archetype begin to show up in my life I new it was time. I knew that despite the exhaustion I still felt that I really was out of the woods. That somehow that part of my journey was over. That her strength and resourcefulness was somehow mine to access piece by piece.
This is what she wants me to tell you;
She wants you to listen.
She wants you to sit in the dirt in the darkness in the warm loving embrace of your fellow women.
And stop. And to put. down. your. weapons.
There is a time for fighting, for defending, for taking aim at the target in our sites, but there needs to be a time for taking refuge in safety and warmth and softness. Let us create a space for that now, before its too late. Before the heart ache of loss and let down, of disrespect and disillusionment tarnish our ability to love and trust forever.
Before we lose the learning and the magic inherent in the huntress.
Before all that is left of her magic is anger and armor and we lose the ability to be creative and spontaneous and tap into the endless wisdom of mother nature.
That is the wisdom of the huntress.
If this sings to you I would love to hear from you, comment below, or pop me an email
#huntresscollective will be an ongoing part of my coaching work and I’d love to see how she’s showing up in your world too, hashtag your courageous moments on Instagram I’d love to cheer you on!