How to get out of a one eyed story
And birth new constellations
In the Siberian story Becoming Fox Woman, a woman tries leaving a one-eyed story. Her husband is the old one eyed story- literally and figuratively.
After being stuck with him- going thru the motions, living her simple habituated life, she discovers a secret about him, triggering her to run run as fast as she can to run out of the woods of that story.
Somewhere — I am this woman, running away from a one eyed story. Somewhere else, you are too.
Everywhere there is a one-eyed grotesque story.
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What one eyed story are you married to, stuck like glue to, or freeing yourself from?
Perhaps we are finally seeing it, after years, days, lifetimes of being unable to see clearly the truth.
And we run. Because its hard to fight a one-eyed story. Especially when you see it shapeshift and become even more grotesque when it sings its own damn song.
Is it possible to run out of a difficult story? Fight. Flight. Freeze… or?
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The woman is now running harder than she has ever run before —god knows where—because she is following the blazing heart marrow rich of her instinctual body’s lead. And it feels amazing. She runs past the shoulds and coulds- she runs beyond guilt and regret. She is free. She is flying free, in the ecstatic charge of her body whizzing past every birch and pine tree.
I’m free!
Or is she? Just when you think you’re sailing, beyond the beyond, a storm hits. Life strikes. Another ugly twist in the road.
It isn’t easy leaving a one eyed story.
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The one eye grows bigger. It doesn’t want anyone to escape its old old dark and dreary ways. It is power hungry for every living thing. It traps soul and sucks the life force out of the red marrow. It spits out the bones like bullets.
But, the woman is also about to encounter the strange magic of Shapeshifting. What becomes of her?
Shapeshifting is a kind of good magic. Our imagination leads the way in guiding us with the imaginal cells of butterflies in the making. Because in dark times we must Imagine. We must become the magi inside our stories. Rub the rusty lamp of the hearth of imagination within and without. Make wishes. Run into a new story without an attachment to the old.
We must become shape shifters within our sticky stories during these strange one eyed times. We need to disrupt the one eyed stories with new myths.
This is an inspiration, mythopoetically, of how to do that. How it runs in you will be a mystery to track straight to the woods of your psyche.
And so… An invitation …to come to the Fox woman story —a reprieve. I told it a bit ago, but I’m feeling a need to story it again and again in these one eyed times. It’s medicine is not finished with me. And I think you will love this story and the writing that follows. And the way in which it shape shift something in you. Let’s curl towards that mystery together.
Fox woman and the one eyed story
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Even if you’ve been to this story before, it will move through you new. Because stories are trickstery like that.
Let’s birth new constellations with words.
Xoxo
Stasha