Mythstitch: We are all stories in the end.
Category: Mythstitch
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
The origins of things
I hear voices. Okay, not really, but sort of. This is a hard strange thing to type out loud. The last time I made a confession of my intuitive perceptions I was shipped off to a therapist and I ended up with a Priest in my bedroom. I saw spirits. They had names and stories,… Continue reading The origins of things
Custom Ceremoment
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No Worries Here
Our Children
The intolerable tyrant will meet a mighty end.The worst of fates Besetthose who dismiss and abusechildren. Boys who want to be Godspretending to be men.will be cast in stoneand tossed below for their sins. Artemis is hunting.Caireen is crying out.Stylianos has abandoned refugeand Jizo is awake.Nicholas of Myra is a Patron on the take. There is work… Continue reading Our Children
