The Old Stories Remember Us

...and One of the Many Reasons I Love Teaching the Magick of Ancient Fairy Tales ...

There are stories that are told, and there are stories that live, teach, and keep wisdom and magick alive in the world.

The older-than-old fairy tales belong to the second kind.

They rise from deeper-than-deep realms, meander through the realms where dreams are born, expand into the timelessness where memory is older than a lifetime, and where the soul still knows how to listen.

In the earliest rememberings, the river was understood as a living presence, the forest had voices, animals delivered messages, plants whispered and hummed, stone held time and kept records, human beings walked among them as full participants in a great mystery.

From those realms, the stories arose and continue to keep the wisdom and magick alive for all who are ready to remember. Stories are still spoken beside fires, carried across winters, held in the bodies and breath of those who know that to tell a story is to tend a living flame.

We can feel this in the stillness that comes when a tale begins, in the quiet that gathers on a path disappearing into trees, a spindle waiting in silence, someone standing at the edge of the known world feeling the unseen realms behind the veil. ... when this is felt, we lean closer and begin to recognize.

Older-than-old fairy tale stories move along the hidden pathways of the soul. They speak in the language we knew, and our heart still remembers. They shape us gently, over time, like water shapes stone, as we receive them as warmth and wonder in early years and meet them again, in adult years, as thresholds, mirrors, and keys that open the realms of magick that heal and create in harmony with love, trust, and joy. They remain, walking beside us, waiting for the moment we are ready to hear them deeply.

There is a way of approaching old magickal fairy tales that keeps their life intact. It is the way of entering and stepping across the threshold of the tale as one would step into a forest at dusk, attentive, open, aware that something is already there.

The well is not only a well. The forest is not only a forest. The old woman, the animal, the hidden helper, each carries a presence that reveals itself slowly, in its own time.

In the realm of ancient fairy tales, live the great movements of becoming:

the leaving of what is known, the wandering and the forgetting, the trials that shape and refine, the unexpected hand that guides, the long-awaited awakening, the return, changed. Those movements within stories reveal pathways the soul has walked again and again.

...so... the fairy tale realm offers to become a quiet companion. a keeper of patterns, a vessel of remembering... When we enter the enchanted forests of the fairy tale realm, in teaching, in craft, in stillness, in story, we step into an ancient current that has never ceased to flow.

Listen closely. There is something within the telling that is also listening for you, and when the moment is right, the story opens, and you find that it has known you all along.

See you soon in the realm where Fairy Tales meet Fiber Threads!