The Woman and the Elder

The Woman and the Elder

Once upon a time, there was a woman who hungered for learning. She had endless questions about life and the mysteries of the universe. So, she approached a wise old medicine woman, and said, “Please, teach me everything. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” So, the elder told the woman exactly what to do. She instructed the woman to part from everything and everyone she knew, go into the woods and dig a pit in the ground in which to dwell, and lower herself into it. Each morning, the elder would approach the pit with her walking stick in hand, look down upon the woman, and ask, “Well, have you learned everything?” “No,” the woman would answer. “You disappoint me,” the elder would reply, and raising her stick, she would hit the woman in the head and walk away.

In this way, days passed, and weeks, and months. The woman, yearning more than ever for her enlightenment, would pass the time walking through the woods, gathering the wild plants that fed her. She spent hours and days on end in singing, and meditation, and prayer. She watched the animals, and the sunset, and the moonrise. Every night, she would lower herself into the pit to sleep. Though she learned quite a lot, she knew that she had yet to learn all that she longed for. Every morning, the elder would approach. “Have you learned everything?” “No.” “You disappoint me,” followed by a harsh blow.

Years went by, until one morning, same as ever had been, the woman was approached by her elder. “Have you learned everything yet?” “No,” she answered. This time, seeing the walking stick begin to rise as usual to deliver the painful thump, the woman raised out her hand and grabbed the end of the stick. Looking the elder square in the eye, she said simply, “Stop it!”

Taking a step back, the wise woman nodded. “Good,” she said. “Your work here is done.” She walked away, never to be seen again.

The woman climbed out of the pit in the ground for what would be the last time. She knew, now, that she would never know the answer to everything, but she knew how to stop the pain, and that was enough.

**Special gratitude to Melodie Beattie for the concept of the story, shared in her work The Grief Club. The retelling of it is the author’s own.

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