Rewilding Persephone (Part 1)

You know the story. The foundation cracks open. The first time was sudden. Shocking perhaps. A maiden, daughter of a goddess, descends to the underworld. To the land of the shades.
You know the story. The foundation cracks open. The first time was sudden. Shocking perhaps. A maiden, daughter of a goddess, descends to the underworld. To the land of the shades.
Stasha is a storyteller in the rewilded, mythopoetic, feral tradition. She is the maker of The Wild Matryoshka (fb and insta). Home to Wild words, ephemerals at the edges.
My breath is the wind. Let it soothe and touch you. My eyes the stars
My Grief balloons And kindly freezes fast. This numb plunge Preserves the outward shape Stained and silent
So how do you know if you are an empath? In recent years I have realised that this is a trait in my own personality.
On a planet of immeasurable wrongs. You cannot hold back angels. Are we all lost travellers?
I could put in my ego, id and super-ego;
my pre, sub and unconscious;
my persona and personality
There is no easy exchange At the lake of disremembering Where the pilgrim stones Poke sharp
The Water element is an orchestrator. Nature’s intelligence weaving through Fire, Air and Earth into your inner solarpath and outer world.
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