Some thoughts on the journey into writing through the narrative of the Tarot.
Rewilding Writing 5: “to trut trut tr trust”…
Rewilding Writing
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Less than 500 words - that have taken me a year, and half a box of tissues, to write. ✨Joy Freda West: 13 August 1935 - 30 August 2022✨ Content Warning: Reflections on my Grandmother's Death, from my perspective.
Rewilding Writing 3: Notes on Reading a “Spiritual” Magazine
I’m supposed to be editing my mini-book. I’ve blocked off the time to do it this afternoon. But I’ve just read a spiritual magazine for the first time in ages, and I can’t help but be unsettled by it. It’s a magazine focused on books and publishing in the esoteric and spiritual industry, too. That’s why I’ve chosen it to claim my attention while I eat my lunch in the burning late summer sunshine.
Rewilding Writing (2)
Rewilding Writing is iterative and generative and collaborative and messy and open. Its forms are not fixed and its destination is unknown. It goes where it flows like a river of life – and it guides me on my path as I write.
Rewilding Writing
I’ve just buried a bird. It’s the first day of my bleed and I’m in a lot of physical pain and I’ve buried a bird. I didn’t stop to take any photos. And I’m not even sure what kind of bird it was. The whole thing was over pretty quickly, a lot more quickly than I’d imagined, really. Just moments after journaling to myself that I would start taking responsibility for whatever needs doing, as it needs to be done, instead of putting it off until some other (never) later time when it’s usually too late. I looked over at what I had thought was some leaf litter or debris in the garden and I realised that it was a bird.
Sally-Shakti Willow 