What weaves its way like an underground warren beneath the borders of conquest and control, dancing through differences and softening divides, preserving our collective wild sisterhood with the earth across time, cultures and landscapes? The ancient folkloric association between hares, woman, and moon traveled from Asia, through Persia and the Nile, across the forests of Europe and to the Americas, not by conquest and control but by word of mouth through storytellers, pilgrims, elders, weavers, healers and wanderers. The mystery and magic of this trio’s unyielding presence across landscapes and cultures is nothing less than the eternally regenerative aspect of the Earth Herself whispering through worlds and weaving Herself beyond borders untamed and free.

La Huesera, the ancient folktale of the mythical Bone Woman of the desert southwest, wanders the arroyos gathering scattered bones of wolves, singing over them until they reassemble and return to life. What if Bone Woman’s song is also ours to sing—the mythic medicine, the nourishing bone broth we can heal from if we dare to gather what’s been forgotten and scattered together at the same table, into the same circle of honoring? Bone Woman is the sacred feminine, known by many names, in many tongues. Her task is not to forge new connections, but to uncover what’s always been there. This is Old Story Medicine, the elixir She offers from her sacred cauldron when the world seems starved of connection, and in need of healing and repair.