Engaging Poverty


In the midst of my grief and loss over my husband’s death and adjustments to single parenting this year, I’ve had to do a great deal of writing for my Jungian Studies program. I am approaching the end of the program and have only my capstone paper to finish–two more pages, in fact, and they are the longest two pages I have ever written.

I’m writing about the Grimm and Grimm fairy tale, “The Handless Maiden” and what I think it has to say about the wounded feminine. In the story, a miller falls slowly into poverty, at which point the devil, disguised as an old man, appears and promises prosperity if the miller will give him “what is standing behind your mill.”

The miller considers the offer and realizes that there’s nothing of value behind the mill, only an old apple tree. He strikes the bargain, only to find out later that the old man was the devil in disguise, and that his only daughter had been standing under the apple tree at the moment the bargain was struck. He has traded his only child to the devil!

The girl seeks to defend herself, and manages to avoid being taken entirely by the devil. However, the miller then trades her hands for her life, and has to chop off her hands to appease the devil. She thus becomes the handless maiden referred to in the story’s title, and a picture of what the merely masculine, mechanistic attitude can do to the value-laden, feminine energy in a human being.

When one reads the story, one wonders how the miller could be so stupid, how it is that he fell into poverty in the first place, why he ends up making a crisis even worse. What is it about the miller’s character that is so ruinous?

While studying,  I ran across this paragraph in Gertrud Mueller Nelson’s book, Here All Dwell Free: Stories to Heal the Wounded Feminine:

Rather than engage this poverty into which he has fallen and then wonder what the other possibilities in life might be, the miller strains for a way out. He refuses to regret the wasted hours, the broken promises, the shattered dreams–whatever it was that brought him to this crisis. He does not examine his situation and upgrade his philosophy of life. He misses his chance to become creative and renewed by this experience of impoverishment. He misses the opportunity to look past his mill, to discover his own tree and his own daughter in his own backyard. He sells out to the Devil for an easy solution and unwittingly bargains away his daughter–his own daughter who is about to bloom or his own inner feminine side, his soul, which may be about to bloom into something new and promising (pp. 38-39).

I can identify with this miller, as can anyone who has had her (or his) dreams shattered. One always looks for the way out, because sitting in the crisis and feeling the pain seems unendurable. Like the miller, we don’t examine our situation, look into what brought us to the crisis, and upgrade our philosophy of life. We don’t grow.

This paragraph reminded me to engage my poverty, to examine my situation closely, and to accept every invitation to upgrade my philosophy of life. The end of a long and good marriage comes as a terrible blow. I’m tempted to view and experience it as only devastating. Faith, literature and psychology serve me like guideposts, though, reminding me that there are possibilities for growth in every situation.


7 responses to “Engaging Poverty”

  1. meno Avatar

    I can’t see it clearly right now, but i think you are right. I hope we will both be able to see it soon.

    1. Eve Avatar

      Meno, I hope so, too. I can see how sunk down I am by my inability to render my heart with words.

  2. Yvonne Willis Crook Avatar

    So much to say and yet nothing to say…I am out of quarters and I pray for exposure of my own fears that keep me trapped in my pain and suffering instead of soaring through the sky with the eagles.

  3. Deb Avatar

    This story reminds me so much of our society today, in search of a quick fix to avoid the pain, the hard work, the thinking required to survive the suffering which goes along with life. I’m only just learning how to sit with the pain, having spent a lifetime trying unsuccessfully to avoid it. I always feel like a trapped bird when I’m hurting, so intent on escape that I will break my own wings.

    Love The Librarian’s Poem.

    1. The (absent) Librarian in Purgatory Avatar

      I don’t mean to jump out of line, but thank you. And along those lines:

      Dead Wrong

      He thought
      once
      that he had achieved
      en-lite-en-ment
      but it was only
      a case of mistaken mortality

  4. The Librarian in Purgatory Avatar

    It sucks, oh it sucks. And it is the epitome/definition of Suffering. But there is a grim satisfaction or sense of accomplishment, no matter how much denied, in arriving at the place of the Prayer That Cannot Be Prayed. Although, one doesn’t usually realize that till later.

    Broke

    In tears he sat
    praying to the Vending Machine in the Sky
    out of quarters
    and desperately in need
    of courage.

    1. Eve Avatar

      “Broke.” Yes. I love that. Thank you, friend.

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