I do believe our shared work of rooting down through folktales is an act of resistance. We need to allow ourselves to be reimagined by the land, not just imagine ourselves living a different way. The old stories open doorways into this reciprocal consciousness. Thank you for your work, Siobhan. I find it quite beautiful.
Siobhan! I have looked for this fuller naming of bodown for a good while now. How lovely to be told by a writer whose work I value in a voice that always rings something in me.
Just two weeks past the woman of my home showed me photos of cotton sedge, hare's tail and I was in love without knowing it was bogdown and have been about finding seeds. We have know on the land here and no hare's as well. Skunk, porcupine, rat, and a slew of other warm bloods and of course the deer who keep my soul. But I have daydreamed after Hare for some seasons now and I like to believe that caring after some of this plant might whistle them in. I would like to learn to listen to the stars from their long ears.
Absolutely stunning piece. I’m with you in the resistance in all the forms you noted. Gorgeous words as always xx
Thank you Ciara. Xx
I do believe our shared work of rooting down through folktales is an act of resistance. We need to allow ourselves to be reimagined by the land, not just imagine ourselves living a different way. The old stories open doorways into this reciprocal consciousness. Thank you for your work, Siobhan. I find it quite beautiful.
Thank you Jennifer, this is such beautiful and important phrasing.
Our work matters and makes a difference across many realms.
A haunting retelling and a beautiful weaving.
I believe all the things you described are resistance, and I am oh so here for this community of support.
Thank you Claire. Community is the only thing going to pull us through, however we build our villages we need them now…
Siobhan! I have looked for this fuller naming of bodown for a good while now. How lovely to be told by a writer whose work I value in a voice that always rings something in me.
Just two weeks past the woman of my home showed me photos of cotton sedge, hare's tail and I was in love without knowing it was bogdown and have been about finding seeds. We have know on the land here and no hare's as well. Skunk, porcupine, rat, and a slew of other warm bloods and of course the deer who keep my soul. But I have daydreamed after Hare for some seasons now and I like to believe that caring after some of this plant might whistle them in. I would like to learn to listen to the stars from their long ears.
Andrew, I’m so glad I could help with the naming of things, I hope the seeds take and whistle in the hares.