bird dreams, riding hope freda karpf

Introduction to bird dreams, riding hope

- sometimes a fable, weaving our connections to birds,
meandering rivers and dragons, fermenting miso and consciousness,
wetlands, our extended kin and ancestors, our mentors, and Wisdom.
Inspired by actual events and a sense of place and belonging
by a woman who addresses the reader on behalf of the earth

Joy rose like the tide and pulled me into a place I never wanted to leave.
I am water dragon.

What follows is everything I know that led me here.

Called to the wetlands with some sense of urgency.
There are many ways to go home.

Daylight decreases when osprey leave. Daylight increases when they return.
The imbolic is the midway point. The spirit of the land rises and so too the nasties at work. But, the work of daily devotion brings balance and memories of water dragons are working through the forgetfulness.

Section in the chapter -
the part that is devotion

My mother wouldn’t have known the word ‘clan.’ Nor would she understand that I felt like the river was my kin. She wouldn’t make fun of me. Like many others, I am a bridge between worlds. She is in the spirit world, but we talk.

This chapter is in two parts.

I dream of a wild way across the whole continent. Others are also speaking of this dream. I’m told to look at things in their fullness. A sweet forgetfulness comes while waiting. And I get to wake up over and over again.

Sections in the chapter -
the disappointing herons is one of the songs of longing
“We look at things in their fullness.”
every river
yearlong