Skeleton Woman measures energy vs. distance. She knows what is required. She knows when it's time.
Death is always incubating new life...
What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life?
What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so?
What must die in me in order for me to love?
What 'not-beauty' do I fear?
What use is the power of the 'not-beautiful' to me today?
What should die today?
What should live?
What life am I afraid to give birth to?
If not now, when?
"Women Who Run with the Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes Chapter 5, section: Untangling the Skeleton Woman pg.149 and 150 in my copy of the book (last two pages of that section)
"There is no death.
Death is very much like sunset.
It is only an appearance.
For, when the sun sets here, it rises elsewhere.
In reality the sun never sets.
Likewise, death is only an illusion, an appearance.
For what is death here is birth elsewhere.
For life is endless."