Illustration from Elsa Beskow’s CHILDREN OF THE FOREST
Beautiful friends, I am writing to you from a kind of dream like state, and it feels wild, and strange, and oddly intimate.
The night before last, for I think the sixth time this year, while I was by the fire working on my eerie little novella (more on this soon), we lost all our power.
Upstairs, then, to bed, candle in hand, and wilds howling like the banshee.
I didn’t get any sleep at all, my wee one up with the sound of the vixen outside, calling to him.
Last night, too, was a night of little sleep, as many nights have been recently. Storms affect myself and his sleeping, and sleeplessness has changed the way the world feels this week.
Made it feel a little surreal, full of weird colours; much like what I imagine taking mushrooms might feel actually..
I have been thinking, reading, writing and dreaming of mushrooms a lot this last while.
Of the forest in general, really.
Trying to find my way back…
On Wednesday 5th March , 10am-12 GMT, on zoom, we will lean into the magic & myriad mystery of mushrooms.
This workshop is suitable for all folk who love woods and words….
WE REMEMBER THE FOREST….
We know that we are stronger , safer and more magical when we live how the creatures of the forest do.
I will explore in the gathering the ways mushrooms can guide us towards a more finely, tightly knit ,sustainable mode of caring for one another and our planetary home.
We will look at exquisite mushroom writing, listen to mushroom music, and dream of the dark earth.
Mushrooms as a way back to the forest…
Email inchwhooperswan@gmail.com to join
Brightly, X