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.
Read MoreReassembling Rites: Piecing Together the Ancestral Bones
There is an archetype that weaves its way through many ancient myths and folktales that centers around the sacred work of recovering and reassembling what has been disassembled. This ritual of singing over the ancestral bones, honoring, mourning over, and reclaiming what has been buried or lost, is a devotional act. In these stories, grieving takes center stage and plays a transformative role allowing the folk-heroine or mythological heroine to reach a place of wholeness, aliveness, and joy again.
Read MoreAutumn's Gifts: Beauty and Bereavement
Autumn gifts us with the beauty of dying leaves, or, in the words of Rebecca Solnit, the reminder that beauty and bereavement can sometimes intertwine. What the autumn reminds us of is how feelings of grief and loss (and the dying of the leaves) can be felt at the same times as we experience something beautiful and joyful (the vibrant golden colors of the leaves) and how this complex combination of opposites is often at the heart of our human experience and weaves its way into many ancient folktales.
Read MoreThe Medial Thread: Between The Cauldron and the Crow
In a quiet cave beyond time, an Old Woman weaves the world with fibers dyed from root and blossom, only to have it unraveled again by Trickster Crow. Yet she does not despair. She gathers the threads and begins anew, each tapestry carrying a different pattern, a new possibility. This enduring White Mountain Apache folktale echoes in the folklore of many landscapes around the world reminding us that creation and destruction are not enemies, but dance partners in the rhythm of renewal. In a world obsessed with permanence, at its heart the story holds paradox, persistence, and the sacred art of starting again.
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