Voici un extrait du livre « Healing Wise » de Susun Weed, qui m’a particulièrement touchée…
« I see the Wise Woman.
She carries a blanket of compassion. She wears a robe of wisdom. Around her throat flutters a veil of shifting shapes. From her shoulders, a mantel of power flows. A story band encircles her forehead. She stitches a quilt ; she spins fibers into yarn ; she knits ; she weaves. She ties the threads of our lives together. She forms a web of spiraling threads.
I see the wise woman. She is at her loom : a loom warped with days and nights. White threads, black threads receive her flying shuttle, a shuttle filled with threads of many colors. Threads the colors of the earth, the common ground ; threads the colors of the people of the earth. Some threads short ; some threads long ; each thread different, each perfect. These threads are alive with sound and color. These threads are crystal antennae ; they respond at a thought.
And intertwined with each thread is a thread blood red : a thread of such sensitivity, it cannot be seen, yet a thread of such vitality, it can never be hidden. As our blood flows over and under the days and nights of our lives and bonds each moment to the whole, so the red thread of the wise woman binds us in the tapestried, cosmic web.
I see the wise woman.
And she sees me. »