"...don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, so everyone will understand
the passage...Then comes a moment of feeling
Sherry: That's very true, Elizabeth. Looking way back, in oral traditions, it was poets and storytellers who actually passed on the culture and history of the tribe.
Elizabeth:You are so correct. Story was the first teaching tool, even before language. In Prelapsarian culture (before language), the clan, tribe, or group would gather around a bonfire and act out stories that established those characteristics (archetypal) that would keep the clan safe and strong.
carry weight found in ghostly veins
and flesh of granite.
Slips through air at lips
and fills the mouth.
(after circling back to O) and tastes
like a morsel of music on the tongue.
or even to howl about,
but certainly not empty of meaning.
as the word named poem
in that other language.
table because it owns the face
of making myths from truly
lived in moments.
As to synchronicity, and the role it played in this writing, it was present on most days and many of those experiences can be found in my notes below the daily postings.. Before I decided to do this experiment for April, I was cleaning out my files and came across the first piece of myth I wrote well over thirty years ago. I didn't understand what I had written at that time, other than a vague idea about humankind's seemingly deliberate need to destroy its own home. When I came across it, I immediately understood completely what I had written, and knew that it would become a part of the story. How and when were simply a matter of finding the right place, lol. Interestingly enough, it served to introduce the Earth Day tangent I had created, in the spur of the moment, with my challenge, Mythopoesis 18: A Myth Within The Myth.
Sherry: This is fascinating, Elizabeth. When April drew to a close, how did you feel when the journey ended? Or has it ended?
Sherry: I LOVE Hannah's form so much! And your April poem that included one, where the child writes her own poem, is one of my favorites. Let's take a peek at it.
Sherry: It has been a pleasure and a privilege, my friend, to help spread the gospel of Elizabeth!