Hello and welcome to the last episode of this Year & a Day cycle.
For thirteeen months i’ve offered a retelling of a story through my newsletter and then here on Substack. Thirteen tales+ to be welcomed, enjoyed and perhaps retold through your speaking and thirteen months to be initiated into a deeper relationship with stories and your life. Thank you for your listening and your presence!
Some of the stories offered may have troubled you, some may have charmed you, some a bit of both. However the stories occurred for you they offered the opportunity for deeper listening, wilder imagining and perhaps more robust reflection and connection to your own story, your curious life, and mythic soul’s journey.
All the stories from this cycle are all available on my (free) A Year & a Day Sutra page. Some of the stories are here on Substack.
One the meanings of the phrase a year and a day, comes from a Celtic handfasting custom where two lovers would be handfasted, agreeing to remain so for the passage of a year and a day. After four seasons, and a year and a day had passed they would reevaluate their union and each choose to commit to another year and a day, or not.
My desire is to continue this experience here AND because I feel deeply that this is a three-way co-creative experience between the stories, you and myself, I would love to hear if you’d like this to continue, even though the next iteration is still in the cook pot and we're not quite sure the form it will take. (i can say there will be stories). Please please leave a comment below if you wish to continue into the ongoing together.
The next cycle of A Year & a Day will begin in March (that’s the intention anyway) I shall take February off to reflect and dream into what’s next.
As the new year opens with so much uncertainty, as this first cycle of A Year & a Day ends, i offer a retelling of a story i’ve been carrying for nearly 30 years, which goes back hundreds of years. It is that was shared with me by Donnie MacRury from the Isle of South Uist out on the Clachan Moor one summer afternoon. To the best of my knowledge the story of the Beastie’s Causeway is not found in print, existing alive and whole through the oral tradition of these Scottish Gaelic speaking islands.
Enjoy and please comment if you wish this humble podcast to continue.
Yours in the ongoing.
Yours in connection.
Wishing you awe, rest and ease,
Tracy
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