M is for May, Mythopoetics, Mystery, Meaning, and Miraculous. It was rainy and cold camping at Cedar Song Centre for Wild Belonging for the Wild Mountain immersion in the myth of Parzival with master storyteller Dr. Martin Shaw. It was a chilly mid-May when we gathered over 4 days in the wood-heated yurt for a telling of Parzival that took us on a journey through time and consciousness,
Thank you, Carol. This is beautiful and truly appreciated. Let your friend Jim know, Arthur, was my Grandfather's name, and is in use throughout my family. He is blessed with this ....not pretentious....blessed. Thank you both!
I have always been uncomfortable with this pretentious name.
When I was ten, I was in love with the stories of King Arthur.
I read them over and over—the sword, the stone, the knights, the round table. I felt proud but ambigious to have the same name. It felt like the stories were part of me.
Undeserved but still good to that child of long ago.
Now, many years later, my friend Carol came back from a Parcival retreat. She wrote about it on here on Substack. Substack?
Malory wrote about Arthur while in prison, but I think he would have liked using Substack to tell stories....
Reading her words, these words above... something lstirred in me.
The old stories were still alive, still speaking.
It felt like a thread between us—across time, across friendship. The myths hadn’t ended. They were just waiting to be heard again.
I love stories... always have.
Thanks Carol... time for me to go tell some stories myself.
I'm telling storie.s of myth and magic myself these days...
of brave women and powerful spirits
Not Yurt-worthy to say the least, but in my own small way
constinuing in the tradition of many greater men and women
who told stories before we did, and who will tell storeies when we are long gone
from this world... and ... perhaps... telling stories in the next.
Thank you, Carol. This is beautiful and truly appreciated. Let your friend Jim know, Arthur, was my Grandfather's name, and is in use throughout my family. He is blessed with this ....not pretentious....blessed. Thank you both!
Love, Roberta.
My middle name is Arthur. James Arthur Van Wyck.
I have always been uncomfortable with this pretentious name.
When I was ten, I was in love with the stories of King Arthur.
I read them over and over—the sword, the stone, the knights, the round table. I felt proud but ambigious to have the same name. It felt like the stories were part of me.
Undeserved but still good to that child of long ago.
Now, many years later, my friend Carol came back from a Parcival retreat. She wrote about it on here on Substack. Substack?
Malory wrote about Arthur while in prison, but I think he would have liked using Substack to tell stories....
Reading her words, these words above... something lstirred in me.
The old stories were still alive, still speaking.
It felt like a thread between us—across time, across friendship. The myths hadn’t ended. They were just waiting to be heard again.
I love stories... always have.
Thanks Carol... time for me to go tell some stories myself.
I'm telling storie.s of myth and magic myself these days...
of brave women and powerful spirits
Not Yurt-worthy to say the least, but in my own small way
constinuing in the tradition of many greater men and women
who told stories before we did, and who will tell storeies when we are long gone
from this world... and ... perhaps... telling stories in the next.
==>James Arthur