Epilogue

Abstract

I am participating in the Great Mother Conference in Nobleboro, Maine, and we are studying the myth of Parzifal. I find excruciating the directive of the White Queen, Herzeloyde, to her courtiers to gather together and strangle the birds in the forest. This directive follows Parzifal’s exhilaration with birdsong; he confides in his mother how the song of these birds lifts his heart and makes him believe anything is possible.