"Remember, as different as we are, you and I, we are of
one spirit. As dissimilar as we are, you and I, we are of equal worth. Unlike each other as you and I are, there can
be no harmony in the universe as long as there is no harmony between us."
-- Changing Woman
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There is a Navajo Indian legend of Changing Woman, or Asdzaa Nadleehe. Changing Woman represents the
cyclical path of the seasons, born in spring, maturing in summer, growing old
in the fall, and dying in winter. Upon encountering this brief description
of the revered mythical woman, I felt an undeniable affinity to her. I
identified with Changing Woman, my moods so often cyclically aligned with the
seasons. My connection with Changing Woman was not solitary; rather I found
myself among a great sisterhood.
In the spring, rebirth arrives,
and I await the sunshine and the warmth as desperately as an addict craving the
next fix. I need the snow to melt as severely as I need air to breathe,
for with the melting of the snow comes also a sloughing off of my heavy
depression. In the summer, beneath the nurturing rays of the sun, I bloom
and grow. I feel joy and contentment, expressing greater gratitude for
the gifts of this earth. I feel more connected to the universe when I am
able to smell the dew on green grass or relax in the sandy pebbles of lake
beaches. As Changing Woman was a child of the Earth, I feel most alive
when the land too seems to be at its greatest height -- when the heat most
warms the body, the trees bloom the boldest, and the birds chirp the loudest.
As autumn arrives, and
the leaves celebrate change in a brilliant display of colors, another shift
falls upon me. There is a mellowing in mood, yet this is no cause for
sorrow. My heart does not grow somber, but instead overflows with warmth
and wisdom. The breezes blow through my body’s frame, reminding me to
keep moving on for my maturation and search for knowledge should be a journey
without end. Despite these blessings of astuteness and cool comfort, I
suddenly become stunted with the violent approach of the proceeding season.
Winter comes on like a
heart attack, dropping me to my knees. My heart literally aches and my
tears fall like snow, creating icicles inside my soul. It becomes increasingly
difficult to arise, smile, laugh, as this illness builds inside me. I
lose myself and become a shell of that exuberant summer girl. My mind
turns to darkness and a piece of me expires with every wicked winter. As
Changing Woman alters herself continuously, but never dies, I do not fully
decease either for then spring arrives and rebirth accompanies her arrival.
My own ever-changing
moods often cause me to doubt my value. Who would wish to be companion to
a woman who cannot be constant? We all desire smooth sailing, yet rough
waters rush alongside me. When self-loathing floods upon me, I then wait
for the words of an unknown source to gently remind me that the most beautiful
stones have been tossed by the wind, washed by the waters, and polished to
brilliance by life’s strongest storms.
Like Mother Nature, who
brings those winds and waters, Changing Woman represents the power of the earth
and of women to create and sustain life. I alone am not Changing Woman;
each member of my gender is this legendary goddess. Among the Navajo,
becoming a woman is something to be proud of and announce to the community.
Therefore, my fellow women, let us stand together and announce our
brilliance, not despite, but because of our many battles. We can create, change,
and witness our own rebirths. Although we differ in many ways, we each
have worth in this world.
I feel like I go through all the phases of Changing Woman in a week's time, sometimes! Am sure my husband would agree! Lovely post.
ReplyDeleteI do that too -- sometimes in a day's time! :)
DeleteI certainly wouldn't blame you for changing through the seasons. I feel it myself. Like in the dead of winter, (and yes, I've wondered if that's why they call it that.) when I struggle to get off my backside.
ReplyDeleteChange makes things interesting. it should be embraced, not fought. :)
Thank you for this response. Yes -- I suppose change should be embraced.
Delete"We can create, change and witness our own rebirths." - Powerful, and so true.
ReplyDeleteKaren
Thanks!
DeleteLove this..... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteI love you, Angela. Everytime I read your blog I either laugh or cry or snort or think. Which are all my favorite things.
ReplyDeleteYay. I hope I can also supply you with raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens. That was a really bad joke about your favorite things!
DeleteI like the idea of a changing woman spirit. I too am that way, especially seasonally.
ReplyDeleteI truly believe many women are.
DeleteEnjoyed reading this - as a Winter Girl, I grieve the approach of Spring. Change is good because too much of the same thing is not good for the soul. www.thatgreyarea.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteI should probably move away from Wisconsin as I am so not a winter girl, like you, but being apart from my family would likely be more difficult for me than SADD.
DeleteMy moods completely mirror yours as they change through the seasons. I am a summer person and being here in Boston during the winter is tough! But spring comes and the happiness I feel is immeasurable.
ReplyDeleteYes, these Wisconsin winters are tough too!
DeleteI feel the seasons dramatically as well. While I love fall the best, I'm much more lively and feel better in the summer. Spring refreshes me.
ReplyDeleteI think it's quite remarkable how much the weather impacts our moods. I have also started to notice, working in schools, the role that a full moon truly plays on mood. It's wild.
DeleteI love the image of a changing woman. I think that can describe all of us, in some way.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree that changing woman speaks to all of us in some way.
DeleteI love Autumn and the preparation for hibernation. However, it's not good for my physical self…even if it's very comfortable for my emotional self.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making me think about this!
Thank you.
DeleteBeautiful. I like the way you wrote so elegantly about my people's deity and related to our traditions.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! That is a massive compliment and very much appreciated. I really tried to ensure that I paid tribute and honor to a beautiful, unique tradition. I didn't want to misrepresent the myth or make it appear "gimmicky" in any way, so your words mean a great deal to me. Many thanks!
DeleteFall is a lovely time of year.
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