Where does the human heart go to be remade when our current lives cannot cradle us? In the world of folktales and fairy tales, pelts, furs, and feathered cloaks do so much more than adorn and protect —they cradle the heroine through moments of quiet transformation, guiding her from disempowerment to agency, from a borrowed life to one lived in truth. Whether it is Mossy Coat wrapped in living moss, Allerleirauh cloaked in many furs, or Kråksnäckan in raven feathers, these woodland garments become living sanctuaries. Within the safety of their folds, the soul unravels, heals, reassembles, nurtured by the living wild. Through Deep Time these tales whisper of a woodland wardrobe, always patiently waiting to cradle us anew.

In these shadowed and fractured times, when visions of one world rise against one another, we must remember the Sacred Seamstress who eternally weaves worlds back into belonging. She appears as Na'ashjé'ii Asdzáá, Spider Grandmother of the Navajo, or as Amaterasu Omikami, the Japanese Shinto sun goddess, or the Valkyries of Norse legend just to name a few . . .This feminine archetype dwells in the shadows wearing a thousand forms and names. Perhaps she awaits within you? Now is the time to call her forth, and she will rise; nourish her, and she will flourish. Explore a few of her many faces and wisdoms in this blog.