Creatures Who Carry The Sun: Mythic animals who carry, birth, and cradle the light

In the deep memory of our Earth, as the year turns, we witness the sun returning, brightened by the quiet tending of Earth’s creaturely beings. Across traditions, both ancient and living, these sun animals chase the sun, free it, temper its heat, and watch over it with attentive, nurturing care until dawn hatches. Within the spell of these stories, we begin to feel like we are living within a relational universe—awake, watchful, alive, and attuned. And with this sense of belonging, the stories can open a quiet space where the edges of a once indifferent world soften, and trust quietly unfurls, allowing wonder to rise as we follow the sun on its journey across the sky.

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The Sacred Seamstress: Weaving the Web That Holds Worlds Together

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.

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Celtic Horse Goddesses: Sovereign Riders who Harness Two Galloping Truths

How do we live with the parts of ourselves that pull in opposite directions—the ache between duty and desire, safety and freedom, comfort and becoming? Myth doesn’t give us neat answers, but offers meaning, metaphor, and creative possibilities . . . Woven into the heartbeat of Celtic horse goddess myths is a lesson on how to live within paradox. Celtic horse goddesses don’t flee contradiction—they ride it—reminding us that wholeness isn’t found in resolution, but claiming power within the pull: imperfect, and beautifully whole.

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Fairy Rings and Feral Things: the Forgotten Fungal Folklore Web

What if the truths we discover through microscopes has long been told in myth — rooted in the threads of timeless story beneath our feet? Modern science is only now catching up to the quiet wisdom of fungal folklore that has always been humming beneath the forest floor since ancient times. Beneath the mulch of memory, mushroom lore holds the spore-seeds of stories—tales of wild women and earth-born wisdom, of how the world first woke and began to weave itself alive.

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Raven Goddess: Bound By Wings and Winds that Know No Borders

The Celtic Morrigan, Slavic Morana, and Hindu Dhumavati are entwined through the dark wings of the raven. Their aerial point of view gifts them with wisdom to see the whole. Witch and winged-one in sacred kinship, they remind us that even in collapse, something wild and wise takes root. Their black feathers stitching together life and death, winged and earthbound, mortal and divine, seen and unseen. . .

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Sacred Hare Divine Feminine: Where Moon, Sacred Hare & Womb Dance as One

What weaves its way like an underground warren beneath the borders of conquest and control, preserving our collective wild sisterhood with the earth across time, cultures and landscapes? The ancient link between hares, the divine feminine, and the moon journeyed from Asia to the Americas—carried by storytellers, pilgrims, healers, and wanderers. What might we reclaim if we traced their sacred steps?

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Carving Memory, Gathering Bones, Singing Her

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. Bone Woman’s song is sung the world over, it is the mythic medicine we can heal from if we dare to gather what’s been forgotten and scattered together into the same circle of honoring. 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.

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