ESSENTIAL MAKING/ A CORONA IS A CROWN
Essential making, like essential travel must be done for sanity's sake. I google goddess of sanity. Beaivi is the Sami goddess of the sun, spring and sanity. She'll do. Associated with the fertility of plants and animals, Beaivi was said to travel across the sky with her daughter in an enclosure covered by reindeer bones and antlers, heralding the start of Spring. In this part of the world, the madness of depression and psychoses was thought to be due to the deprivation of light in the winter months. Prayers to Beaivi were believed to heal such winter blues.
Lockdown, locked in. Isolation and solitude.
Lockdown, locked in. Isolation and solitude.
Storytelling on Zoom to an audience of 30+. I hear the echo of my voice as I tell The Woman of The Sea to a crowd of strangers. Faces across my screen from here, there and everywhere.
STORY 1: THE WOMAN OF THE SEA. RAW.
STORY 2: THE HORNED WOMEN. RAW.
Storytelling on Zoom to an audience of 29+. I tell The Horned Women as a man stands in his bathroom trimming his beard, and a woman presses her face close to the camera before disappearing. Faces across my screen coming and going.
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STORY 3: GULL GIRL, A SIBERIAN MYTH. RAW.
April 16th, storytelling on Zoom to an audience of 23+. I tell Gull Girl, a Siberian Myth that made me cry when I read it for the first time, I found it after I dreamed I was flying. In my dream, a young Japanese man noticed how I never walked down the stairs or the escalators. 'How do you do that?' he asked. And I laughed and replied, 'I fly'. I then explained how I come close to the ground, lift up my feet, flap my arms like wings and take off. Shifting position, I climb higher and higher and soaring not as I did in the past, but differently, really flying, without effort, just flying and flying. When I landed I told a story about how once we could all fly, and then we became birds, first a tiny blue bird, and then something bigger and then bigger, until I became a parrot, a macaw, with a blue head and yellow wings, a beautiful orange belly. Back then the birds could speak and communicate the way we are communicating now…. And that is as far as I got before being woken.
