Mossy Coat is an Old English fairytale about the ingenuity and creativity of a wild forager and weaver who sews her daughter a coat of wild mosses so she can disguise herself, escape poverty, avoid an unwanted marriage and determine her own destiny. It is how even a small diminutive plant like moss can be protective, nurturing, empowering and magical, and how a coat of moss gives the heroine a sense of wildness, freedom, and sovereignty over her own life. An enduring folktale that lives on like wild moss, wielding its quiet power. . .
Read MorePower Beneath the Surface: The Psychic Waters of the Unconscious
The ocean is a prominent and enigmatic feature in many folktales around the world including: the Irish folktale of the Selkie, the Inuit folktale of Sedna, and the Vietnamese folktale of Dragon and the Crane. According to Carl Jung, the radical and inspirational psychoanalyst, we can explore the meaning of the ocean as a symbol of the unconscious and through this process we can find ways in which the characters’ struggles and transformations resonate with our own illuminating the path to our own self-discovery, forging a deeper connection to our own true authentic identity and our full potential.
Read MoreBetween the Dragon and the Crane: Hatching the Vital Bothness into Being
What hatches into being when we dare to hold multiple truths at once? When we cradle multiple eggs in one shared nest? For thousands of years, an ancient Vietnamese folktale has safeguarded and tended to this complex question within a warm nest of white feathers and salty scales. Its gift hatches season after season, fragile and luminous, growing ever more vital in times of division. Can we open ourselves to it? Can we open ourselves to this gift, and let its ancient wisdom take root within our hearts?
Read MoreYuletide: The Vital and Soulful Wisdom of Bothness
These twelve days between the Winter Solstice and the beginning of the next solar year are referred to as Yule or Yuletide in ancient Medieval Nordic folklore. What gifts does this sacred time belonging neither to the old year nor the new year offer us? How can we harness the transformative power of this bothness? Ancient folktales reveal that the past is not set-in-stone, but is continuously being reinvented, reimagined, and reweaved back into the upcycled tapestry of the present tense. This sacred time gives rise to the beautiful question: how can we cultivate new ways of relating to the past so we can move with wisdom into the future?
Read MoreFeathered Witch, Winter Weaver: How a Timeless Winter Spirit Wove Herself into Rhyme To Survive
Between the covers of a Mother Goose book, children’s rhymes and folktales are woven together with feathers and threads, preserving the magic of an ancient, shape-shifting winter spirit. Mother Goose, with her goose-foot and spinning-wheel roots, is said to echo Perchta, the pre-Christian Alpine goddess of winter, weaving, and liminal spaces. A guardian of thresholds—between old and new years, girlhood and cronehood, village and wilderness—she survives in story, rhyme, and legend, a powerful spirit whose magic endures in children’s tales across the centuries.
Read MoreFor the Late Bloomers: Earth Blooms with Us
Autumn’s late blooming flowers remind us, year after year, we are meant to be flowering right when we do. The late bloomer comes in many guises, and appears in the folklore of the Baba Yaga, creatrix and witch, and the Selkie, a shapeshifting seal woman. In a world that often glorifies early achievements and rapid success, these two ancient folktales of late bloomers are still remarkably relevant and timeless in their wisdom. They teach us that even in the midst of challenges that slow us down, there is always the capacity for growth, transformation, and the emergence of something truly extraordinary.
Read MoreSkye's Feathered Weavers of Worlds: Dream Carriers, Winged Messengers, and the Liminal Magic of Migrating Birds
The old Scottish folktale of the Dreammakers from the Isle of Skye whispers a quiet knowing: that beneath our feet and beyond our sight, migrating birds carry more than wings. As they journey across shifting skies and ushering in the seasons, they bring us our dreams, weaving the outer world with the inner landscape of vision. Resting on the edge of worlds, they remind us that our true belonging rests at the meeting point between here and there. . . from the threshold loom of the open sky where feathers and wings thread landscapes together.
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