Myth opens us up to our own inner world of symbol and felt experience. When we walk with respect and regard for the intelligence of stories held in the Night Sky of our birth, we can meet the weave (the characters, storylines, landscapes, tensions and attractor patterns) that we come into this lifetime with. And here is an opportunity for weaving more Love in, from our place as the storyteller.

To personally know the malleability or mutability of Story depends upon tending an internal space and posture of no-agenda (a posture that then serves our parenting as it opens up more real connection with our kids). If we seek to alter a pattern from any agenda other than the core intention of curiosity and connection, we’ll end up playing out the story from a different facet of its hologram. Which isn’t good/bad/right/wrong; as it all can ultimately serve learning and open into wisdom. But it’s in those moments when we do truly let go, listen, feel, shape-shift and play, that new doors can be opened, bridges built, possibilities seen, paths forged, new worlds created …

However, what’s paradoxical or most tricky, is that —

The times when we need imagination the most, are the times we tend to shut it down in the name of urgency, seriousness, gravity of importance. 

The moments where we need play the most are the moments play seems utterly foolish, naive or sacrilegious.

And what ends up happening is that the habitat of Neptune, of no-agenda, imagination and sacred dreamtime, shrinks inside of us, strengthening the conditions of consciousness that gave rise to the structure that we’re trying to dismantle. 

So rather than taking a narrowed focus of trying to figure out which story we’re in and how to re-work it towards some perceived benefit … rather than trying to put our finger on, taming or conceptualizing what’s actually the wild, fluid and metamorphic juice of a story by extricating it from the bodies and the moments from which they were originally told, and converting into meanings and “how-to’s” to be applied across all time and space (… although, again, this isn’t an issue of good/bad/right/wrong, as the up-rooting of story from its soil is, in and of itself, part of the current field of Story and a way of storytelling that must be somato-emotionally met and acknowledged so as to not be sidewinded by it…) we can soften our gaze through contemplative, playful and creative explorations. Through art-making and dance. We can drop into our own bodies and lived experience, pendulating between Earth & Sky — and cultivate a kind of inner listening that allows the creatures and places of myth speak for themselves.

What new understandings, of ourselves and of our world, may be revealed to us then?