Ways into story

The old storytellers, the myth tellers lived their stories: they ate them up like pumpkin pie, full of the creeping tendrils of the vine, the sweet floral cages of the bees, the leaves in turn wilting and reinvigorated with the sun’s passing. They drank them down like honey mead rich with the pungent scent of…

Why fairytales, why now? 

Fairytales give us an unobstructed view into the nature of the human psyche. Through their ‘simple entertainment’ we can catch glimpses of ourselves and see through the trials and tribulations of the characters, a way through the rocky path or the thorny hedge of our own lives. Fairytales are not only a map, but a guide and comfort…

Growing down

There’s a marvelous power in feeling rooted: a delicious upsurge of creative energy, a sense of self-authority, an expansiveness. I believe we miss ~ somewhere in our deepest psyche ~ being trees. I think we’re also confused about the idea of being rooted. I don’t think it means necessarily that we have to live in…

Pale Bones

The rains have been here, washing everything down. The tops of the trees must be thoroughly clean by now, the branches rinsed of their squirrel scat, the trunks free of any dust they may have accumulated. The ground too is clean – in parts. I traipse through muddy shallows, my skirts soaked above my boots…

creek walking

I took a small group down to the creek today. It’s a personal space for me, where I go to meditate, and where I go in my meditations. Guiding the group down in silence desceding ever lower through the forest feeling the air become cooler as we went filled me with a quiet anticipation and…