I was in Egypt and you were hopping a bus.I was stranded there.With you and without you. I know why now. When we shed,our transgressions go too. Twin fires burn under the same moon.
Twins
Category: Mythstitch
On Speaking with the Dear
I have the good fortune to meet with a couple of these fine deer on a regular basis. They greet me in the early mornings and meander in for the occasional sunset. I watch them, they know me. They renew me. Once they showed up, I knew I couldn't leave.
A Monumental Return
A lot of my work is focused on the rise of the mother and the huntress. A matriarchal return to what was and what might have been. Suppression can penetrate the surface but it won't break ground. In the end, we are of the same root and we will protect it. She is on the… Continue reading A Monumental Return
Shattered
Quip: Compose
Mythstitch: We are all stories in the end.
Mythstitch: The Mothership|Diana
This is part of a series within a series within another series I have been working on. A series dedicated to the mothers our world needs so desperately right now. The mothers we have rejected and ignored and the maidens in the wells.
Mythstitch: Keepers of the Tree
We are the stuff of existence being woven together like fabric. An infinite number of fibers tangled and fused. Each thread will connect with another at some point. Every opposing idea, thought, mystery, and story will come together. We are infinitely interwoven. We all matter. I think about this a lot. I think about how… Continue reading Mythstitch: Keepers of the Tree
Mythstitch
In the end, we'll all become stories. Margaret Atwood I live in between tales. I think we all do. The stories that pass through us resonate within the decisions we make and the art we create. They express themselves in the spirals of our nature. They sustain us and bring us back to life again… Continue reading Mythstitch
The Robin Wood
