Dear Dreamers, Tenders, Keeners, Revolutionaries… and any and all who land here - you are most welcome!

Ah, just an fyi in advance, there will be swearing that follows, it’s medicinal and appropriate. These are swearing times. How are you feeling, doing? It’s Imbolc - yay we made it through the heartwood of winter and right on schedule a stiff warmish wind is stirring the trees, gently, gently waking the tucked-in roots as i type.

There’s a lot going on in the world and there are great stories in the stars (more here from Marina Ormes).

My dream for myself and us all, right now, is that we can practice; meeting life on life’s terms, live in the discomfort, the not knowing, and to what feel what we are ready to feel, showing up where & when, tending to what is each of ours to to tend to, together. It’s a f**k-ton! We can hold paradoxical energies and as fascism spins it’s toxicity, remember to open your hand to new beginnings, to the awe of ______ (fill in the blank) or use mine which is, the radiant glittering fresh snow, to the birds singing nearby, and to the cycle of life reminding us rebirth & renewal are inevitable. The cycle of life also says that death and decay are inevitable. And this so is my practice, to sit in the discomfort of what is presenting in my life, in the collective, give myself space and time (both often not available, and both strangely a privilege) and move with and through, sometimes with the support of allies…and this can really, really suck. I also must do my best to stay open to expressions of connection, care and aliveness. Okay, that was a lot….here’s to us, to holding a slippery center with all that’s inevitable, tending, resisting, loving, dreaming, witnessing, taking action and resting (don’t f*****g forget this folx!!!) to the best of our us’ness.

So, if you are still here, thank you! Would you like a story? Open a window or your front/back door and say, YES! to the day, or night, invite the story in, light a candle, get cozy, pour yourself a cup of tea, pause into the weight of your body, let your attention settle into the bowl of your pelvis. Now, breath into that hallowed hollow and notice the hum of quickening energy there fully held and protected in the cave space of your womb (whether you have a physical one or not!) Now, invite the story into this well feathered nest.

Today’s tale is a retelling of a story i’ve been carrying for three decades. The Maker of Dreams was shared with me long ago by Scottish storyteller, David Campbell. ‘Tis a tale from the Isle of Skye and offer the energetics of the sharing of the old ways, from the oldest ones, with the new, with young life. This story is one of two of stories in me that makes reference to a time when the ancients revered the gentle, nourishing grace of the mighty Deer People.

Thank you for your bright listening!

Yours in the ongoing,

Tracy

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