STORY: OWN IT

Story is more than a noun. It's a verb of transformation.

The wounding becomes sacred when we are willing to release our old stories and to become the vehicles through which the new story may emerge into time.

Jean Houston

“The universe is made of Stories, not Atoms.” Said Muriel Rukeyser. You are made and unmade of stories. You are a living nesting doll, a Wild Matryoshka of Story. Crack one upon and where does it lead?

Let’s find out! Hear ye, hear ye! Calling far and calling wide! Story story sing to me, from the roots and from the seas..story story sing to me from the edge of everything….Who is ready to CRACK OPEN THE STORY? Calling in the MAGIC NUMBER TWELVE participants, for a deep dive into the personal, embodied, ecological, imaginal and mythopoetic land of story. The multidimensional world of story -of your living story -inside and out. Crack open a story, and discover worlds within: worlds of secrets, treasures, pathways, mysteries, revelations, elixirs and illuminations of Self, Spirit and Story.

Story: a gateway for befriending and loving more fully your self.

Story: a landscape of inner transformation.

Story: When we change our perspective to our story, when we do the work of story on the inside, our world changes too, on the outside.

Story cracking is one of the best adventures that I can think of aside from traveling to a foreign culture. Picture this: You are Little Red Riding Hood, embarking on a Fated, yet Destined CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE story. You are wearing your favorite RED CAP for a reason. Red. The color of Life, the color of Blood, the color of YES and Creation. And yes, there are wolves in your story -dark ones and magical ones and tricksters ones. And yes, there are gnarly woods, twisty paths, wildflowers. And yes, you have been on the path, and you have veered off the path. Again, and again and again. Yes, you. Lost and Found. Swallowed whole, initiated beyond your years into strange stories of truth and mystery. Like Persephone, swallowing BRIGHT RED POMEGRANATE SEEDS, you too, have swallowed secrets. You understand the mystery of falling and rising, yes, RISING bright, like the Sun, blazing. Fierce and Holy like the Moon, containing all the secrets of your woman knowing and its cyclical, renewing, changing, ever changing seasons of story.

Story. you have been seasoned by it. You have been imprisoned by it. Story. It is the Philosopher’s Stone, the Shamanic Web, the Wooden nesting doll of opening and closing, expanding and contracting, threads of fate and threads of destiny. Weaving. Whirling Dervishes. Cracking open and being cracked open into new worlds unfurling.

Story. How many have you journeyed through? Which ones are the ones most stalking you? Which ones most wish to be retrieved? To be resurrected? To be re-purposed, re-architected, re-stored? Re-CREATED? Yes…Re-create your Stories.

Follow the path of Story into the unknown. Into the betwixt and between of the liminal, of the unknowing of the mystery, wild and whole-y holy mystery.

Story. I know the map and the terrain well. I am a Seasoned, Story Guide. I will take you into the story of your self, and into the story beyond the self, into the mythopoetic world of multi-linear stories, riding the smoke of dragons, where you will look at your storylines from many different vantage points. Sometimes, we need to be turned upside down like caterpillars, and view the stories through Alice’s eyes, in the underworld wonder world of her Underland. Sometimes we need to hang suspended in our stories, like Jack, caught by a wild vine of a gigantic beanstalk, all because of three magic beans. Like Odin, giving birth to new stories, to new words, to new worlds.

Story isn’t just a noun. It is a verb too. To be ‘storied’ is to story your life across the precipice of transition and change. To weave new worlds within and without with words. To sit with the fates and follow the threads of your life -into diverse landscapes of memory within your own 7 year cycles of human development —but also, sometimes, we crack open stories, and we follow invisible threads, into the imaginal, into the archetypal, into the ancestral, where other storylines beckon to be woven into our understanding of the unfolding mystery of our lives.

Story tending is Whole-making -is human tending, is human becoming is human transforming into greater than the sum of its parts. Into the miracle of being human.

Story with me. I will take you on a fabulous journey. Beyond the beyond. Into the self. Into the story. Into greater wholeness. Into the story of transformation. Into the creative life force of Story. Like Little Red Riding Hood, diving head first, into the Belly of the Wolf. Into the Belly of her own Power, emerging, rising, a brighter shade of RED.

image: Maria Chiara DiGiorgio

STORY: OWN IT.

The Wilds of Story are Calling. Can you hear them?

AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

STORY WITH ME. THE STORY IS CALLING. CAN YOU HEAR IT? JOIN A GROUP OF TWELVE WOMEN AND EMBARK ON A THREE MONTH JOURNEY INTO THE HEART OF STORY.

We will write. We will Story. We will Transform our perspective to our stories and our selves. We will generate new pieces of writing. We will follow visible and invisible threads. We will crack open stories. We will be seen and see into the magical mystery of story, self and other. We will be seasoned by the stories stalking us. We will become more whole.

More information coming soon. Stay tuned. Listen close. Howl with me to the Moon, the keeper of our stories and the wisdom of our stories. May the stories begin stalking us into greater alignment with all that is authentic and true.

I’ll break open the story and tell you what is there. 

Then, like the others that have fallen out onto the sand,

I will finish with it,

and the wind will take it away. 

Nisa, a !Kung San Woman, 1969