Spring brings new growth. Pollens spread nature's never ending story. Asking no permission the gold dust covers roof tops, collects on hair, enters sinuses not to create harm for pollen sufferers (like me) but to fill the promise of living. Trees, flowers and shrubs have a lesson for me, and stories that could, and do, I believe offer me and other human beings a chance to mend/recover/rediscover LIFE'S FORCE, life's magic.
I write to live the myth -- that which incorporates what I cannot understand with logic alone -- in a place where characters show themselves and build the character within me that calls for a new stitch here or a loosening of binding there. All manner of metaphors season the myth. Astrology assists me on my path as writer and artist-of-a-life-worth-living. I welcome the study of heavenly bodies along the way, and the interpretations provide angles to assist me over harsh obstacles; timing and durations of events or decisions beyond my control soften habits of self-criticism. I evolve, astrology is folded into the myth. Generational lessons are played out through the characters who are mothers, children, time-travelers, familiars, trees and feathered cousins, and elemental forms of Akua Gods and Goddesses. Ancestral memory, language and cultural practices sustain the characters. What I as a writer and woman alive today cannot or have not yet experienced, the story gives me a deeper reach, a fuller breath, a feel for something other; courage to believe in spring.
The medicine stories continue. I'm writing the third one live and share it just as spring spreads pollens and salmon berry flowers turn to guava-sweet fruit. It's called MEND MEDDLE MAGIC. You might enjoy it here.
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