LONGING FOR A WILD PLACE REMEMBERED (seventh sorrow bundle) The wild land holds the secret of our solace and our freedom; it is also where we know how to belong. Humans have fought so hard and long for ancient ancestral lands because without this root, we might become unanchored from memory, unrecognised by nature and […]
THE LAND THEY MOURN (seventh sorrow bundle) Two groups of women face each other in long lines across a clearing where the snow has been trampled down to make a dancing ground. The women stand in stillness and the air rings with their silence. Many women have come to make a prayer for the land […]
SALEY YAV (seventh sorrow bundle) The Siberian tundra has shaped my soul in ways I never could have imagined. Its embrace has been life-lasting; the mossy taste of deep tundra autumn and the icy bite of deep tundra winter have stayed upon my skin. Amid all the other wonders and challenges of those journeys, over […]
WEEPING LAND (seventh sorrow bundle) In the seventh sorrow bundle we carry weeping land, OKK-WIRANO. Okk means: the sound of suffering. This pouch contains the grief of all people, everywhere, throughout time, who have been exiled, separated, or driven from the land where they have lived and rooted. What is the nature of this sorrow? […]
THE HUNGER IN MY SOUL SLOWLY DISSOLVED (sixth sorrow bundle) A fragment of mythic tale that spools out from a fire ritual first encountered during the Daweyo journey (OIBELO moon, footstep 16). …After the hag road led me into entrapment, then isolation and depletion, then terror and anguish, it was probably inevitable that it would eventually […]
BREACA’S CAVE (sixth sorrow bundle) Breaca (pronounced bree-akka) sat naked and immobilised on the edge of the bath. Her hair dripped sadly onto her legs and she was starting to feel cold. Still she did not nudge herself to move, find a towel, get warmed up. Not until her limbs were shaking from the chill […]
