18th Century, Author Unknown
By Gaye Sutton © 2012
It was autumn; the time of year that one of my favourite poets calls the ‘sacred, sensual, significant time of the year’ 1 The trees were blazing colour, the sky grey and the harvest almost over. I’d been telling stories at the Addictions Centre for three weeks, encouraging the women to paint and draw afterwards. Some of them loved to paint and some struggled with their confidence. But they all loved hearing stories. The mornings were fun; they were an upbeat bunch, the women the Addiction Centre staff called their ‘chronics.’
But that fourth week; the atmosphere was dull and flat, everyone looked morose especially Janie and her mates. The morning check-in took a long time. Janie had ‘relapsed’ at work over the weekend. She sat with her blonde head bowed; her small frame huddled into the corner of the couch, her voice almost a whisper as she told us about the temptation, her attempts to resist and the caving in.
During morning tea in the kitchen, talk turned to the hopelessness they all felt about ever losing the label chronic.
“They [the staff], don’t expect that we’ll ever leave this group and I’m not sure I believe we will either,” one said and several heads nodded. I leaned against the bench, remembering my despair about what I thought of as the impending end of the world and our apathy about it. I’d begun collecting re-creation stories, stories of hope to sustain myself and it seemed to me, that this was a moment for one of these.
Once everyone was seated on couches and chairs again I stood and began my story…”The world stood poised on the brink of destruction once before.
Rivers dried up, plants refused to grow. People starved. There was war everywhere. Slaughter prevailed. Dancing stopped, even singing was forgotten. The asuras, the demons, were loose, raging unchecked across the world, drunk with destruction…”2
It’s a myth about the cosmic battle between Durga, who rode a lion out of a column of fire that stretched from the sky down to the top of the Himalayas, and the many, many demons she had to fight to save the world. A battle so fierce ; “…oceans boiled, the sky stretched thin, the mountains shook…”
A powerhouse tale of an alliance between many of the Hindu goddesses and a reminder that the last fight is one we must win alone. The atmosphere, when I finished, was electric and the women moved eagerly towards the art materials on the table and worked in deep silence.
Afterwards, I asked each woman to tell us the story of her images, as I held them up and responded to each story by personalising the image. Janie’s painting was of black mountains, covered in snow. A huge column of fire stretched from green foothills to the heavens. Durga stood in the flames, but her feet were planted firmly in the green earth.
“She’s got her feet on the ground and she’s in the flames, but fighting her way through, to save her world.” Janie said.
I held the painting up to her and said, “This is you Janie, grounded in the earth and fighting the fire to save your world.” It was a powerful moment and one that Janie referred to often in the weeks that followed.
We moved back to the couches where I told a personal story about my discovery of Kuan Yin, the Mother of Compassion in Buddhism, which begins with a powerful meditation recorded in Jon Blofield’s book: ‘In Search Of The Goddess of Compassion’.
As the story ended, a discussion began; about spirituality as opposed to religiosity, their antipathy to the Twelve Step Programme because of finding a male God unacceptable. It was a turning point. Several of the women joined their local AA groups, taking feminine representations of the divine with them to meetings. It helped them stop resisting notions of the divine. Some of them adopted Kuan Yin as a mother archetype and used her to make contact with their compassion for themselves. When my stint at the service finished some had been sober longer than ever before.
1. Dinah Hawken. Writing Home2. China Galland, The Bond Between Women :A Journey to Fierce Compassion
She loves the way mythology; “informs and enlivens our daily lives,” and is always looking ‘for the links. Gaye can be found at www.storyweaver.co.nz or on her blog http://storyweaversjournal.wordpress.com/ .
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