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Story as Healer
It began with a story. It always does, doesn’t it? Sometimes a Story walks into a Room. Sometimes you have to hunt for the Wolf with a bloated belly full of stories and cut open to get to the marrow of Story.
Category Poems and Writing
Meeting Huachuma
How to write about such a thing as a master plant intelligence, consciousness.
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.
Meet Stasha Ginsburg
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.
ELEMENTAL HOMECOMING
My breath is the wind. Let it soothe and touch you. My eyes the stars
Thaw
My Grief balloons And kindly freezes fast. This numb plunge Preserves the outward shape Stained and silent
On a Planet of Immeasurable Wrongs
On a planet of immeasurable wrongs. You cannot hold back angels. Are we all lost travellers?
Box
I could put in my ego, id and super-ego;
my pre, sub and unconscious;
my persona and personality
Frog Prince
There is no easy exchange At the lake of disremembering Where the pilgrim stones Poke sharp
On Hope
Sometimes it seems easier not to have hope. Hope after all needs a degree of vulnerability to germinate & take root.