Would that I were a storyteller and wordsmith; but I don’t fool myself. I’m not. My skills, such as they are lie in other areas; but that doesn’t mean I haven’t the deepest appreciation of those who can weave a tale into story and into modern myth. It’s a skill we desperately need so that we can, first of all, accept the fact that we are destroying the land because we have accepted the stories we have been sold and told; the stories that we have to have more, bigger, better. But we don’t. If we wake up, open our eyes, snap out of the trance we are collectively held in, then maybe, just maybe, we will change our perspective and understand that we need to once again listen to the land, and then to retell the stories she is telling us. I really believe it is the stories we can tell, the myths we share, that can change the direction we are travelling. Ah, if we would but stop and listen.
This essay by Dr Martin Shaw is long, but oh so worth making the time to read.
Month: Dec 2016
The Place of Belonging
So often the writing of Sharon Blackie touches my soul – this beautiful post from her blog resonates deeply with me.
dancing in the mist 