![]() ![]() ‘Just pull the inseam down with your right hand, and everything will be perfect.’ The customer agreed and purchased the suit. ‘Oh, don’t worry about that,’ said the tailor. The customer complied, and as he did, he noticed that the inseam of the pants was a little short and he felt that the rise was a bit too tight. Just turn your head a little and hold it down with your chin.’ While the customer proceeded to do this, he noticed that the lapel of the jacket curled up instead of lying flat. Just hold the shorter end down with your left hand and no one will ever notice.’ ‘Oh,’ said the tailor, ‘don’t worry about that. As he stood before the mirror, he noticed the vest was a little uneven at the bottom. “A man came to a szabo, tailor, and tried on a suit. It reminded me of one of my favourite little stories by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, famous amongst many other things for her book Women Who Run with the Wolves. The writer and ecotherapist Brigit Anna McNeill gives words to it in this poem, and I love the golden weeds image at the end that are transforming, reclaiming the concrete… Such an old theme which continues to feel freshly relevant these days: the real, ‘wild innate you’ somehow replaced by the socialised, tamed version of ourselves.
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