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.
Read MoreThe 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.
Read MoreCeltic 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.
Read MoreTide, Tears and Transformation: How Ocean Myths Mother Grief into Meaning
Many maritime myths are stories of love and loss, where the ocean is not just a backdrop but a character in her own right. Like a great mother who bears witness to sorrow, her saltwater depths cradle and honor the tears that fall. Just as salt has long been used as a healing salve, the sea itself becomes a balm—ritualizing grief and softening it into something the heart can hold, both for those who live the tale and those who witness it.
Read MoreFairy 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.
Read MoreSacred 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?
Read MoreCarving 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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