The world is storying itself and we are storying with it. Each being, being itself, is telling its story, singing it’s creation. Each and every being is alive, filled with sentience and awareness and has their own dreams and stories and families. Listen, what is the Red Kite crying out or the story the fox is shouting out in her barking? We might listen in, share shape or consciousness or song. If we can see and hear the stories of the wildest ones, we can hear the beauty of our own stories.  Entangled and inseparable, both/and creatures of wild and civilized elements, multi faceted and multi perspectived beings, we look into the Storying of Earth through windows of Dream, numinous encounters, unexpected meetings with more than human Others, and visions of our personal Mythos - our place in Earth Community. Arising within the Web of Life, we were never not interwoven in belonging with the wild world and all Her peoples. When we tell stories of our belonging to place, to peoples and wild ones, we bless out wounds, we heal and become whole.

Which stories we tell matters. Who we tell them to matters. How we tell our stories matters. Be forewarned, the telling itself, might require further shapeshifting and transformation of our old ways of knowing and being. It might open us to the deeper strata of our own being and shake us up or break us down in order to make space for something new. How can you tell your story so that you are changed and changing, being shaped into the form Mystery is longing for to reveal itself in you?

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