Domov : Hafan : Haus : Home
Journeying to Reclaim an Ancestral Self Beyond Whiteness
Zmaj hoped, but knew how very forgetful they could be. Zmaj never enjoyed wreaking havoc amongst the humans, and only used his divebomb belly-breath fireballs as remembrals when necessary. The Dragons, on behalf of The Mystic and Elemental Nature of All Things, desired that humans be in right relationship with themselves, one another, the soil, the animals, the waters and all the Beings that co-habitated, together, Here In This Place. The Dragon's wanted us to be in remembrance of the sacred as mundane, and the mundane as sacred, and that both can be joyful, fulfilling, and pleasurable...but the humans...they can wind themselves down roads that only loop to misery, led by false promises, distracted by non-sensical things that are not really real, and forget how to generate true love, and magic, and nourishment for all. .
Distracted by things that aren't really real (like thin paper rectangles with numbers and pictures of assuredly grumpy people painted upon them, or boxes that glowed and howled all day and night, about every silly thing you could imagine. Zmaj and friends did not understand why humans were so infatuated with the paper and boxes when you have butterflies, fawns, great oaks with their acorns, squirrels, curling brooks, thunderstorms, twilight, and fairy gnome thresholds to be curious about. Alas, the Dragons knew that cats also liked paper and flashing boxes, and they should not judge too harshly...as long as the humans kept their word in their compelled and important duties: pysanki). .
So when the Great Wheel turned towards and slightly past the vernal equinox, Zmaj & Co would emerge, slowly rambling from the Inner Gates to peer around and over mountain edges, into little villages and homes, wondering: are they remembering how to be good companions to the water? To the animals? To the plants, the sky, the stars? To themselves and one another? Are they remembering their Springtime memos of affection, adoration, and awe? Where are their pysanki? Are they smiling and curious when they’re making them?
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Trella (she/they) is navigating her way to an ever deepening sense of humanity as she reaches towards her own ancestral knowledge- socially, culturally, and spiritually. This space is dedicated to anyone, no matter how you present, or what identities society has assigned you, who are committed to healing ourselves and our world, with an anti-racist, queer proud, decolonized, and inclusive perspective. BIPOC to the front. xo