If women remember that once upon a time we sang with the tongues of seals and flew with the wings of swans, that we forged our own paths through the dark forest while creating a community of its many inhabitants, then we will rise up rooted, like trees.
And if we rise up rooted, like trees . . . well then, women might indeed save not only ourselves, but the world.
If Women Rose Rooted is a heroine's Journey to Authenticity and Belonging, a memoir examined in light of the feminine power in Celtic mythology. Author Sharon Blackie, besides being a writer, is a psychologist and mythologist who believes in the power of story and our cultural narrative to shape our lives. She thinks that native myths, fairy tales, and folklore are relevant to the personal, social, and environmental problems we face today. Rather than a patriarchal mythology of the Greeks and Romans and the Judeo-Christian tradition of western civilization, she goes back to her roots, the mythology of the Celts. Once upon a time women were the guardians of the natural world, the heart of the land. The Celtic woman . . . is the one who determines who is fit to rule, she is the guardian and protector of the land, the bearer of wisdom, the root of spiritual and moral authority for the tribe. While many Westerners, seeking a broader understanding of native wisdom, have embraced Eastern religions or mysticism or the teachings of indigenous peoples, Blackie never felt at home with them. The worldviews of these other cultures are rooted in lands and histories that have little relationship to her own, however much she may respect and appreciate their wisdom. She found the native wisdom she was seeking in the mythological tradition rooted in her own ancestry and place in the British isles. There are many of us, especially here in the U.S., who share her roots in the British isles, myself included. Though my own ancestors have been in this country since before the Revolutionary War (and fought in it), my heritage is predominantly from the British isles, with a good part of it, like Blackie's, Scottish. I have always been drawn to the stories and history of these isles, but am more familiar with Arthurian tales than the Celtic myths, except for where they overlapped and some odd fairy tales. I found her lyrical re-telling of the myths compelling. Blackie writes beautifully.
I also found her personal story compelling. She is on the journey of finding her right place, both literally and figuratively. She knew her corporate job in the 'Wasteland' was suffocating her, and she longed for a place she could live closer to nature. She thinks she has found it at different times, but ends up moving on for one reason or another - first in Ireland, then America, then the Scottish highlands, then the remote Hebrides of Scotland, then Ireland again. She dives headlong into a relationship with the land as a crofter (what we in America might call a homesteader) - gardening and raising various livestock - and taking endless walks, while running a couple of home-based businesses and writing. It's no wonder she becomes overworked and exhausted. She has a relentless work ethic and pushes herself to live up to her many responsibilities, which she continues to pile upon herself. Eventually she breaks. Interspersed with her own story are interviews with other women who have succeeded in one way or another in re-rooting themselves in land and community while contributing to the betterment of the planet and society.
I found myself applauding her intentions and identifying with parts of the book, though in a much more modest way. My husband and I, too, wanted to move closer to nature and the wild (and if having a bear break into your crawl space qualifies, we succeeded). While I don't live on an island or near the sea, the mountains and forests definitely called me for as long as I can remember. I think the ancient landscape of Scotland must be some lingering ancestral memory. Feeling your place in the landscape is a theme of this book, and she includes a few city dwellers in her stories. It is concern for the environment and the planet as a whole which the author feels is an intensely feminine calling and that it is time for women to do whatever small part they can to positively affect their own land and community. She calls to women to step into their power and take back their ancient role as the earth's guardians.
The timing of this book seems to be particularly apt, as we witness the words and actions of the current U.S. administration, and reaction to it, including the #metoo movement. We see the toxic traits of an unbalanced patriarchy - the devaluing and demeaning of women; the cavalier destruction of the environment as an open-ended resource for extractive energy companies for short-term profit with the accompanying slackening of protective regulations and disregard for sacred indigenous lands; and the blatant ignoring if not outright denial of climate change and what steps could be taken to ameliorate it. Add to that the jingoistic militarism at the expense of diplomacy; the attitude of dominance and the suppression of minorities; and the idealization of wealth and encouragement of individual and corporate greed rather than the emphasis on the common good. The message of If Women Rose Rooted couldn't have arrived at a better time.
What I would have liked to have seen in this book is a pronunciation guide for the Gaelic names and words (impossible combinations of letters!) and an appendix with the names and brief identities of the mythological characters and places. There are footnotes for sources which is helpful.
This book may at first glance seem too radical for some. After all we can't all run off and live in the wild (there would be no wild left) or grow and produce our own food. This is not what the author intends. However, we can get outside and get out of our heads more. We can follow our own desire for rootedness, and we don't have to live in the places of our ancestors to carry their love of place. We can understand how myths point to an integral relationship with the land as well as represent a metaphor for personal transformation. We can learn to appreciate and value whatever small patch of land we're on. Maybe we can just save the world.