An epic saga of prehistoric life & death, suffering & joy & the slow, miraculous relationship between creatures becoming people & people holding to their faith in the Sacred Mother.
This was such a primal read, as if I'd dreamt it at sometime in my life or the way we feel for the dinosaurs without actually ever having been alive at the same time they enjoyed this world. I know when I too first saw those footmarks upon that ancient lava bed, I had such a rush of connection.
To women this memory is intense, startling & bone-deep. For women can see, especially during gestation, that long, long walk we've made out of the water, the cave & the trees. It did, of course, take a woman to bring these stories to the page & a woman trained in the evolution of human sexuality brings with her a perspective that opens up unthought-of concepts.
I know, from living beside a modern-day hunter & warrior, that a lot of what's in Circles of Stone would be scoffed at; great guffaws about the improbability of certain events; exclamations of drivel about women romanticising those early millennia when we crept out of the forest, taught ourselves to stand upright which changed our reproductive cycles forever.
Not only did we survive, we thrived & that is what Joan Dahr Lambert's book is all about: how we might have done it.
Circles of Stone is a keeper, up there on your Women's Journey Shelf right along with the Descent of Woman; Clan of the Cave Bear & all those grand adventures that women have written about to return to us our sense of our story, our sense of celebration of a life well lived & our sense of the Sacred Mother.
Joan Dahr Lambert is a Mistress Story Teller & gifts us with some hope in a book of beautiful scenes, awe-inspiring experiences of wild &; tempestuous weather; of life before all the trappings with which civilization has weighed us down, incarcerated us & made us unkind. Very well done!...