Years ago, when I was in my own dark wood wandering and could not find my way, serendipity sent What the Bee Knows: Reflections On Myth, Symbol and Story my way. I immersed myself in P.L. Travers feminine-centered retelling of Greek myths, her essays, poems and interviews. Her essay titled, Re-Stroying the Adult, set me on a path of reading the timeless epics such as: The Mabinogion, The Mahabharata and the Eddas along with the myths of the Greeks and the Norse and widow tales from Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Christianity, etc. It was good advice; for "Myth, by design, makes it clear that we are meant to be something more than our own personal history. It places us-and it is not a comfortable position-squarely between the opposing forces that keep us, and the world, in balance. Somewhere along the path, having discovered that I could live this balance, I found my way through to renewed life.
My copy of What the Bee Knows is showing the wear of years of dipping in and out to spend time with a woman who's deep connection to what endures always nourishes me. Some of her best work, of which I wish there was much more, are her retellings of myth from the woman's point of view. Leda's Lament and Five Women are alone worth the price of the book. Consider the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice from Eurydice's point-of-view . Her deserved anger oat Orpheus is palpable "Could you not trust yourself Orpheus. Or, if not yourself, the me in you, and know my footfall to be your heart beat...Did your blood not tell you that I would follow?" knowing all the while that the tale of Orpheus and his loss will be told down through the ages "but of what that lost bride has lost, the world will take no note." P.L. Travers does note. So now, will we.