Love’s only destiny is to fulfill itself, and it always will, and it always does. “It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse. It is unimaginative, flat, dry and likely to consist of...
“True adventurers have never been plentiful. The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate. Half-adventurers–brave and splendid figures–have been numerous. But each of them had a prize to win, a goal to kick,...
Once when I was a little girl, we were renovating the flooring in our house and I gathered the leftover parquet pieces; I glued them together so that I’d make furniture for my dollhouse. My dollhouse was an empty cupboard in my room. Limits make you creative,...
“…and so I run fast over the wild lands of returning paths, destiny chasing my heels, I enter changing woman weaving house where the possibilities of all worlds are everywhere; weaving the integrity of emeralds, sacred lovers, tenderness in tents and the...
This is part of my folklore + myth series “The Story Threads” where we look at various tales, lore and myth, remembering the wisdoms they hold, and how they can whisper us into more love, more light, more insight in our every day lives. Previously, we’ve discussed The...
