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Myths and folklore are ancient doorways into the soul, especially for women. These stories, passed down through generations, weave their way past the logical mind and plunge directly into the depths of our inner world. They are keys to the forgotten, shadowy corners of our psyche, illuminating the timeless themes of transformation, loss, and rebirth. Through these tales, we glimpse the hidden, often unspoken parts of ourselves—the wild, instinctual nature that longs to be set free.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, in her transformative work Women Who Run With the Wolves, speaks of myths as vessels of ancient wisdom, particularly for the feminine soul. She shows us that folklore is far more than entertainment; it is a map to the forgotten territories of our deepest selves. Estés speaks of a “deep knowing” within every woman—a fierce, intuitive wisdom that can only be accessed when we reconnect with the wild woman archetype. Myths, she tells us, are the voices of our ancestors, calling us back to the truths we've buried under layers of conditioning, trauma, and societal expectations.

To engage with myths is to embark on a journey into the soul. They remind us that our struggles are not new, that women for centuries have walked this path before us. In these ancient tales, we find permission to rest, to rage, to shed what no longer serves us, and to reclaim what has been lost. Myths speak to the parts of us that know, deep down, that to grow and heal, we must first descend into the darkness, where the seeds of transformation wait to bloom. Through the symbolic language of story, we rediscover our wild selves, our innate power, and our soul’s true voice.

The Ugly Duckling

… Everything was going as it should for this mother duck, and finally, one by one her eggs began to tremble and shake until the shells cracked, and out staggered all her new ducklings. But there was one egg left, a very big egg. It just sat there like a stone.

An old duck came by… and tried to dissuade the duck mother from sitting on that egg any longer. But the duck mother felt she had been sitting for such a long time, a little longer would not hurt.

…eventually the big egg began to shudder and roll. It finally broke open, and out tumbled a big, ungainly creature. His skin was etched with curly red-and-blue veins. His feet were pale purple. His eyes, transparent pink.

The duck mother cocked her head and stretched her neck and peered at him. She couldn’t help herself: she pronounced him ugly… [But] she groomed the ugly duckling’s feathers and licked his cowlicks.

… the others did all they could to harass the ugly duckling. They flew at him, bit him, pecked him, hissed and screeched at him. And their torment of him grew worse as time went on. He hid, he dodged, he zigzagged left and right, but he could not escape. The duckling was as miserable as any creature could be.

…even [his mother] grew tired of it all, and exclaimed in exasperation, “I wish you would just go away.” And so the ugly duckling ran away. With most of his feathers pulled out and looking extremely bedraggled, he ran and ran until he reached a marsh. There he lay down at the water’s edge with his neck stretched out and sipped as he could from the water now and then.

Suddenly shots rang out… The ugly duckling dived for cover and all around were shots and smoke and dogs barking…

Toward nightfall he came to a poor hovel… Here lived a raggedy woman with her uncombed cat and her cross-eyed hen. The cat earned her keep… by catching mice. The hen earned her keep by laying eggs. The woman felt lucky to have found a duck. Maybe it will lay eggs, she thought, and if not, we can kill it and eat it. So the duck stayed but he was tormented… In the end, it was clear there would be no peace for the duckling there, so he left to see if things would be better down the road.

He came upon a pond and as he swam there it became colder and colder. A flock of creatures flew overhead, the most beautiful he had ever seen. They cried down to him, and hearing their sounds made his heart leap and break at the same time. He cried back in a sound he had never before made. He had never seen creatures more beautiful, and he had never felt more bereft… he felt a desperate love for those great white birds, a love he could not understand.

… the duckling had to swim faster and faster in circles to keep a place for himself in the ice. One morning the duckling found himself frozen in the ice and it was then that he felt he would die. Two mallards flew down and skidded onto the ice. They surveyed the duck. “You are ugly,” they barked. “Too bad, so sad. Nothing can be done for such as you.” And off they flew.

Luckily a farmer came by and freed the duckling by breaking the ice with his staff. He lifted the duckling up and tucked him under his coat and marched home… but [the duckling] was afraid… The farmer’s wife chased him with her broom, and the children screamed with laughter.

The duckling flew out the cat’s door and, outside at last, lay in the snow half dead. From there he struggled on until he came to another pond, then another house, another pond, another house, and the entire winter was spent this way, alternating between life and death…

And even so, the gentle breath of spring came again… And on a pond nearby, the water became warmer and the ugly duckling who floated there stretched his wings. How strong and big his wings were… Also paddling on the pond were three swans, the same beautiful creatures he had seen the autumn before; those that so caused his heart to ache. He felt pulled to join them.

What if they act as though they like me, and then just as I join them, they fly away laughing? thought the duckling. But he glided down and landed on the pond, his heart beating hard.

As soon as they saw him, the swans began to swim toward him. No doubt I am about to meet my end, thought the duckling, but if I am to be killed, then rather by these beautiful creatures than by hunters, farm wives or long winters. And he bowed his head to await the blows.

But, la! In the reflection in the water he saw a swan in full dress: snowy plumage, sloe eyes and all… And it turned out he was one of them after all. His egg had accidentally rolled into a family of ducks. He was a swan, a glorious swan. And for the first time, his own kind came near him and touched him gently and lovingly with their wing tips. They groomed him with their beaks and swam round and round him in greeting.

And the children who came to feed the swans bits of bread cried out, “There’s a new one.” And as children everywhere do, they ran to tell everyone.

The archetypes in any story are mirrors reflecting the deeper truths within us. By exploring these archetypes, we uncover hidden aspects of ourselves—our fears, desires, strengths, and vulnerabilities. In this way, the characters we encounter in stories are not just distant figures; they are pieces of us, guiding us toward greater self-awareness and transformation. Through them, we learn to embrace the complexity of who we are.

In The Ugly Duckling, several archetypes emerge, reflecting deep aspects of our journey toward self-discovery and transformation:

The Ugly Duckling (The Outsider / The Misfit)

The Ugly Duckling is the Outsider, the one who doesn’t belong. He represents the part of us that feels different, rejected, or misunderstood. His journey reflects our own struggle to find where we truly fit and to accept our unique selves.

The Mother Duck (The Unconscious Nurturer)

The Mother Duck, though nurturing, cannot see the duckling’s true nature. She is the Unconscious Nurturer, representing how even those who care for us may fail to understand or embrace our true essence.

The Other Animals (Judgmental Society)

The other animals embody Judgmental Society, the external world that demands conformity and punishes those who don’t fit. They mirror the parts of us that internalize judgment, leading to shame and self-doubt.

The Swan (The True Self)

The swans represent the True Self—the beautiful, authentic version of who we are meant to be. The duckling’s transformation into a swan is the ultimate symbol of self-realisation and the discovery of our own inner grace.

The Journey (Transformation)

The duckling’s difficult path is the archetypal Journey of Transformation. It speaks to the process of growth, where hardship and isolation often lead to the unveiling of our true potential.

Winter and Ice (Death and Rebirth)

The freezing winter is the Dark Night of the Soul, a period of struggle before renewal. It symbolizes the cold, difficult moments we endure before experiencing personal rebirth and transformation.

Through these archetypes, The Ugly Duckling reminds us of the pain of rejection and the beauty of eventual self-acceptance. It is a story of finding our place in the world, not by changing who we are, but by embracing the truth of who we’ve been all along.

Here are ten soul-based journaling prompts, inspired by The Ugly Duckling and its archetypes:

The Outsider: When have I felt like the Ugly Duckling—misunderstood, out of place, or unaccepted? How did this experience shape me, and what did I learn about myself through it?

The True Self: Reflect on a time when you discovered a hidden strength or beauty within yourself, like the duckling realizing he was a swan. What did this awakening feel like, and how did it change the way you see yourself?

Judgmental Society: Where in my life am I still seeking external approval or conforming to others' expectations? How can I begin to release these pressures and live more authentically?

The Dark Night of the Soul: When have I felt frozen or stuck, like the duckling in the ice? How can I honor that period of struggle as part of my transformation and rebirth?

Self-Acceptance: What parts of myself have I rejected or found "ugly"? How can I begin to embrace these parts and recognize their value?

Belonging: The duckling finally found his place among the swans. Where do I feel most like my true self, and how can I cultivate more spaces of belonging in my life?