“…where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life. This old woman stands between the worlds of rationality and mythos. She is the knuckle bone on which these two worlds turn. This land between the worlds is that inexplicable place we all recognize once we experience it, but it’s nuances slip away and shape-change if one tries to pin them down, except when we use poetry, music, dance…or story.
There is speculation that the immune system of he body is rooted in this mysterious psychic land, and also the mystical, as well as all archetypal images and urges including our God-hunger, our yearning for all mysteries, and all the sacred instincts as well as those which are mundane. Some would say the records of humankind, the root of light and dark are also here. It is not a void, but rather the place of the Mist Beings where things are and also are not yet, where shadows have substace and substance is sheer.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes