Sublime

Often a person’s identity, that wild inner complexity of soul and colour of spirit, becomes shrunken into their work identity. They become prisoners of their role. They limit and reduce their lives. They become seduced by the practice of self-absence. They move further and further away from their own lives. They are forced backwards into hidden are

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But the plight of a people who have forgotten their myths and imagine that somehow now is all that there is is a sorry plight, all isolation and worry – but the life in your veins it is godly, heroic.

I want to tell a story by the fireside that will enlighten, but more essentially, delight you. I hope you smile, laugh, rage and cry. And in those sentiments assure yourself that whatever the truth of our origins and place in the world, we can all agree that no one should be denied their freedom to belong where they were raised.

‘Christabel LaMotte. Daughter of Isidore, the mythographer. Last Things. Tales Told in November. An epic called The Fairy Melusina. Very bizarre. Do you know about Melusina? She was a fairy who married a mortal to

“The Wild or Green Man figure comes up over and over in this part of the country,” he said at one point, “and is obviously the modern interpretation of one of the so-called ‘old gods,’ a tutelary spirit or woodland demigod. I think the myth is separate from—although similar to—to the myths of the Fairy King, because regardless of the Wild Man’s par