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Save The Date! Roots of Resistance Launches Nov 10th

Save the Date! Nov 10th

Community Publishing Campaign Launches!

Join Rivera Sun’s Celebration Online or In-person!

Mark your calendars! We’re racing toward the finish line – or the launch pad, maybe – and getting ready for the November 10th Launch of The Roots of Resistance‘s Community Publishing Campaign. We’ll send out the link to get your book on that day!

Also, join me for the Dec 2nd Celebration midway through the publishing campaign. If you’re in Taos, NM area, come on down to SOMOS at 3pm and enjoy tasty snacks and Dandelion Wine. Get a signed copy of the book in person and have a chance to support the publishing project, too. If you’re a far-flung friend, sign up for the live stream of the event, hosted on my favorite, easy-to-use platform, Zoom. You’ll be able to watch the reading and hear some rousing remarks about hope and courage in these times. You can also ask questions about the novel via the chatbox, and we’ll answer them! Here’s where to RSVP and get the Zoom link.

Below I’ve included another excerpt from the novel and a “then and now” photo from the pics of both The Dandelion Insurrection and The Roots of Resistance … what an adventure these four years have been! Packed full of living, loving, writing, working for change, speaking up for and about nonviolent action, making friends, deepening, growing, being and becoming! Here’s to a long lifetime of all of the above … and to the birth of The Roots of Resistance.

Excitedly yours,

Rivera Sun

Excerpt from The Roots of Resistance, by Rivera Sun

“The Dandelion Insurrection has always been this way, springing up where one least expects. We’re a swarm of birds, not a silver bullet,” Zadie said. “Our strength is in our diversity and our sheer, dizzying numbers: millions of people, thousands of ideas, hundreds of strategies, dozens of pivot points of change.”

The Dandelion Insurrection was not – and never had been – a unified front, but rather a thousand points of light, momentarily united in blazing solidarity with one another, forming cohorts, breaking apart, reforming in new configurations of coalitions. They responded to nationwide initiatives with autonomy – no orders came down from the top. An idea succeeded or failed because people joined in – or not.

It was madness. It was glorious. It was the Dandelion Insurrection.

They were leaderful, colorful, creative, and unruly, hard to control, impossible to stop. The Dandelion Insurrection burst through the nation with a golden indomitability, demonstrating irresistible resilience. They adapted to tough climates. They grappled hard challenges. They shouldered through cracks in the concrete of control. They were as wild as ecosystems, as versatile as evolution, as experimental as Life’s vigorous emergence. To the forces of greed, the armies of destruction, the ranks of domination, and the lust for control, the Dandelion Insurrection was a nightmare, a headache, a disaster to be stopped. But, like a swooping flock of birds, a buzzing swarm of bees, or a darting school of fish, the movement could not be halted or captured. They rebounded stronger than ever.

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Be sure to get a copy on November 10th when the Community Publishing Campaign kicks off … and don’t miss the Dec 2nd Celebration!

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Novel News!

Thank you for the wonderful reviews on Amazon, everyone! We recently learned that reviews affect the algorithms that connect readers to books, so every kind word and 5-star review works magic on the backend of the website. If you’d like to leave a review, here’s where to do it. Speaking of thank you’s, I’ve been making tons of handmade cards in knowing anticipation of the number of words of gratitude I’m about to write during the Community Publishing Campaign for The Roots of Resistance. My heart is brimming and overflowing constantly these days.


























Life At High Altitude
My twin sister, Marada, came to visit last week. While she here, we replastered my mud oven … which felt symbolic since the oven made an appearance in The Dandelion Insurrection‘s Community Publishing Campaign video and wound up in lots of early book and author photos that have circulated for years. It’s a happy little oven with its new mud, ready for the season ahead. I was delighted to spend a week with Marada … love and family are two of my favorite “treats”. My brother and soon-t0-be sister-in-law also joined us over the weekend. Hooray!

Sneak Peek! Rivera Sun’s Roots of Resistance …

You’re Gonna Love This Story!

The Roots of Resistance Is Coming In November.

Greetings, everyone! As promised, here’s a special glimpse of the cover. Isn’t it a beauty? I’m having a blast getting ready for the release. It’s been a whirlwind week of editing, meme-making, and gathering quotes and excerpts. Starting tomorrow, I get my last round of chemo, so wish me luck and speedy full recovery. Everything is going well in the healing department … and I promise to take it easy and fully rest up even as we get ready for the release. It’s a minor miracle that The Roots of Resistance is coming out in November. (And you’re going to have a lot of fun with the Community Publishing Campaign … I have so many surprises up my sleeve. Thanks in advance for your enthusiasm, and for helping to to spread the word far and wide.)

Also, I’ve included an inspiring little excerpt from The Roots of Resistance, which you’ll find below the main newsletter. As you can imagine, a story that references underground depths in its title has both strength and darkness in its plot. Our friends Charlie and Zadie are rising to challenges like never before . . . and what gets them through is their hearts. All of my novels offer inspiration for our times, and this book holds out a parallel to some of the difficulties we face today, as well as carving out elbow room for possibilities we can barely imagine!

Speaking of inspiration, we now have Be kind, Be connected, Be unafraid bumper stickers. After four years of asking, we finally made them! I’ll be slipping them into thank-you gifts during the Community Publishing Campaign, and after that, we’ll order another batch that you can get through our website. (See the bumper sticker below in the Novel News section.) This quote from The Dandelion Insurrection remains one of the most popular slogans. It seems as the world gets dark and challenging, the light of our hearts has to shine brighter and bolder. It takes some practice. It’s not always easy. But it’s always appreciated, and sometimes, our kindness and love makes all the difference.

Enjoy the excerpt … there are no spoilers. I hope.

Love, gratitude, and excitement

Rivera Sun

Excerpt from The Roots of Resistance, by Rivera Sun

The roots of resistance run deep through time and chapters of human history: Egyptian pyramid craftsmen striking for bread wages; Roman plebeians refusing to work for patricians; pagans veiling the sacred in secrecy to escape death on the pyre; Gandhi’s pinch of salt multiplied in millions of Indian hands; African-American children facing fire hoses and attack dogs; Estonians singing for independence; miles of Baltic hands joining to end occupation; striking millworkers and miners walking out by the thousands; Danish families saving the Jews; the Madres de la Plaza crying out for their disappeared children until regimes toppled at their feet . . . across the globe and throughout time, the roots of resistance run deep, broad, and thick through the story of humanity’s struggles for justice.

They show up when a mother teaches her child to love; when embittered enemies wage peace, and when the person who caused harm speaks out to right wrongs. Resistance is more than a battle; it is the indomitable presence of life against forces of destruction. It is laughter when fear is mandated; respect when hate is demanded, compassion when cruelty is ordered, and generosity when greed is expected. Resistance is singing your grandmother’s songs so the next generation will know them. Resistance is loving the soft, round, humble honesty of origins. Resistance is weeping when rivers run oily and vowing to redress the harm. Resistance is listening to the stories untold. Resistance is standing up for a stranger.

The Dandelion Insurrection’s true roots of resistance were the stories Charlie and Zadie had tracked down of people driven by love to use nonviolent action to stand up to injustice and organize for change. These were the anchoring structures that had weathered the storms of dangers. These were the nourishing roots that fed a nation hungry for change. They reached down into the fertile soil of history and pulled up the essential minerals of inspiration from the lineage of nonviolence all around the world. The true roots of the Dandelion Insurrection’s bold resistance gave rise to the golden blossoms of creative, joyful, indomitable action. Love was the means of the ends they were making. Love was the acorn, the oak, and the forest of the world they longed to create.

Novel News!

(Bumper stickers! Wheeeee! I can’t wait to stick mine on the back of our van.) One of the joys of the Community Publishing Campaign is getting a chance to pour some creativity into ways to give back and say thank you to all of you for your support. Every year, I make a new poetry chapbook. And this year, I’ll have handmade bookmarks and holiday cards with block prints by yours truly. We’ll have books galore, quotes, memes, excerpts, and more to share. And, thanks to Folkgoddess Diane Patterson, we’ll have a very special offering: a free download of the song inspired by The Dandelion Insurrection called “Love and Revolution”. It will bring a smile to your lips and tears to your eyes. It’s beautiful!


























Life At High Altitude
One measurement of the profound healing that is occurring in my body showed up on a hike up in the mountains. I make an annual pilgrimage to an aspen grove near where we live. Last year, I barely made it, already weakened by the cancer I didn’t know I had. This year, I happily tromped up the trail, taking it slowly on the steep parts, but arriving in the grove before it was all in shadow. It was beautiful and a profound reminder of transformation and change. The ground was a carpet of gold leaves while the stark white and gray branches towered overhead. I’ve never been so grateful and happy to be alive as this year.

Exciting News From Rivera Sun – Dandelion Insurrection Sequel is (Almost) Here!

Great news! You are just slightly over a month away from getting your hands on the long-awaited sequel to the much-loved Dandelion Insurrection. The manuscript is in the final, wildly exciting throes of editing. The cover is gloriously beautiful (I’ll share it in the next newsletter, I promise), designed by Asch Phoenix Design. And, I’m preparing our Community Publishing Campaign so we can bring this book into the world together! Wait ’til you see the beautiful thank-you gifts in the works . . . you’re gonna love it.

Here’s a sneak peek: these are Dandelion Bookmarks from a block carving I recently made. It’s a new art form for me, and I think I’m hooked. Plus, last winter I spun yarn on my drop spindle while listening to movement-related conference calls . . . and each bookmark will have a strand of this thread to weave our hearts together in these times.

Also, big thank you’s to all the loving prayers, cards, and kind actions on behalf of my health. It’s working. I’m one treatment shy of being done with chemo and am feeling better than I have in over a year! It’s been an intense summer, and I’m very, very grateful for all of the support that has come this way. My cancer markers are down to next-to-nothing, and a full recovery seems very likely. (Knock on wood for me, will you?) I have been blessed with excellent doctors and healers who have worked cooperatively with both conventional and complementary treatments to keep me strong through this whole process. I owe a debt of gratitude to them, because without them, writing The Roots of Resistance would really not have been possible!

So, mark your calendars for the anniversary of The Dandelion Insurrection’sNovember 8th release. I’m aiming for that date to launch the Community Publishing Campaign. Our world’s hungry for a great story of creative resistance . . . and The Roots of Resistance is a fun, strategic, exciting, and unexpected ride from start to finish! You won’t want it to end.

Love and Revolution to you all,

Rivera Sun

PS Here’s a sneak peek of an excerpt from the novel. No spoilers, I promise. After all, you already knew that I’d write about love somewhere in the book, right?

Excerpt from The Roots of Resistance, by Rivera Sun

Stories of love emerge on every continent, in every town. Multiplied by millions, they create a song of life louder than small-hearted survival, richer than greed mongering, more enduring than despair, and more grounded than hope.

This song reverberates in the genetic strands of humanity, woven into the biological structure of human life. Deep in history, our foremothers and fathers loved their children. Far in the future, our descendants love their families, too. In this present moment that hangs like a bead of dew on the grass stem of time, where the life of the planet lies clouded by question marks, and the body of humanity struggles, massive and sprawled in a wasteland of our own making, the love song of our ancestors and descendants is calling to us to rise.

The hymn of life hums in the throats of our brothers and sisters. The chords of evolution roar and bark, howl and hiss, warble and moan from the tongues of fellow animals. The wind strikes the harp strings of the forests and marshes, prairies and mountains. The great tympani of the world’s coasts booms and crashes across the cymbals of sands and the drum barrels of rocks.

All that is needed is to listen.

This land is your land

Public Domain Image CCO Support the Commons!

by Tom H. Hastings

Rivera’s Note: This true, personal essay from Tom Hastings caught my heartstrings and reminded me in the midst of everything, how important it is that we show up for our Earth and for each other right now. We are facing tremendous challenges, and our connections to and with one another are our saving grace. I hope Tom’s commentary brings entwined issues of environment, climate denialism, fossil fuels, civil disobedience, and courage to your heart.

I spent the last few days traveling across the country to North Dakota to join others in supporting a gentle man who tried to help everyone. For that he was convicted of several crimes and will be heading to a North Dakota prison.

Michael Foster was born and raised in Texas, in an oil family. His crime in North Dakota was turning off the Keystone pipeline in a symbolic but real call to all of us to do what we can to stop global climate chaos.

That North Dakota valve turn was one of five similar actions last October–two women, three men, five valves on lines in Washington state, Montana, North Dakota, and Minnesota, all done in resonance with the Break Free from Fossil Fuels campaign.

We see the buck-naked consequences of paying no attention to our oil consumption; Harvey drowns Houston, fires rip through the West, every hurricane is more intense than it otherwise would be, droughts last longer, lakes are drying up, the seas are rising and surging, and with fracking even earthquakes are no longer a pure act of God. Most previously natural disasters are now unnatural disasters, made worse by our hand more than the hand of God or Mother Nature.

The Trump regime is doing worse than nothing; they are exacerbating the problem by rolling back the tepid regulations the Obama administration brought to bear. Trump yanks the US out of a world agreement to fix this, the Paris Accords. He gets Rick “Never-met-an-oil-well-I-didn’t-like” Perry as his Secretary of Energy and Scott “That-pollution-smells-like-money-to-me” Pruitt to run the Environmental Protection Agency–into the ground. Trump promises to bring back dirty coal. It is Satanic, frankly, with zero regard for the children of the world, for the generations. He’s old without any discernible conscience. Who will confront him?

Michael Foster, Leonard Higgins, Ken Ward, Emily Johnston, and Annette Klapstein will. They have.

I attended Michael’s trial as much as possible, although I couldn’t be in the room in the beginning because I was scheduled as an expert witness and we were sequestered until we testified–or until the judge disallowed us…which she did.

Michael was facing 23 years in prison on four charges. Three of us were there to provide expert testimony in three topic areas to help the judge and jury understand why Michael should be acquitted. Two of us were there to speak to different aspects of nonviolence and one was on hand to speak about the urgency of a rapid change in our general habits but a specific exam of the dirty tar sands oil that flows through the Keystone pipeline. Climatologist James Hansen is 76 years old and is the one who announced that “global warming has arrived” in 1988 when he worked as a scientist at the Goddard Space Center. Every single prediction he made then has come to pass. He is arguably the world’s top scientist in that area–certainly the most famous. He’s Trump’s age, only with a long-view conscience and integrity.

The court could not be bothered to listen to this eminent scientist, someone who could have helped the judge and jury become at least familiar with the emergency that we see unfolding all over nowadays, made much worse by the dirtiest sort of fossil fuel–tar sands oil.

The contempt for anyone coming to North Dakota to “tell us how to live” (the prosecutor’s attack on Michael, who is now from Seattle) was palpable. The judge allowed the prosecution’s expert witness, demonstrating some spectacular inconsistency and hypocrisy. As one who woke up a few times this summer to unbreathable air and everything in my town covered in forest fire ash, I say to North Dakotans, you need to fix this. We will do our part but you need to do yours. Most of us know at least one or two people in Houston, or in the Santa Rosa area, or in Miami or Puerto Rico. Are we Americans who value all other Americans or are we not?

But the prosecutors were dismissive. Hell, Foster only faces 23 years, why give him a chance to reason with jury members? Let’s not confuse them with the facts.

The trial in tiny Cavalier, North Dakota, in remote Pembina County, was heartbreaking.

Dr. Tom H. Hastings is a scholar of civil resistance and  PeaceVoice  Director. 

Alive, Kicking, and Turning 35! – Birthdays Are For Celebrating!

Celebrate! Life is … adventurous.






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Birthdays Are For Celebrating.

On August 2, 1982, my mother brought my twin sister and I into the world. We were a month early. I just couldn’t wait to get here. Life! Watermelon! Siblings! Silliness! Imagination! Stories! Jumping into lakes. Sledding. Dance. Writing. Falling in love. It’s been a blast for all 35 years of my life.

This year, I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and underwent a hysterectomy. (I’m healing up nicely from the surgery and treatment for the cancer is going well, too.) It made me love life twice as much as before. Every day is a blessing. Simple joys like cooking, writing, journaling, walking in nature blossom like gladiolas (my favorite flowers) on the stem of daily life.

It’s not all roses in the world, though. Humanity is facing some tough challenges politically, economically, socially, and ecologically. As a novelist, however, I like to point out that we’re living in the most exciting cliff-hanger section of the long story of humanity. We don’t know what will happen next . . . but it’s guaranteed to be adventurous.

I’m a big believer in the role of stories in our lives. All of my novels have offered characters and situations that can inspire us to live boldly and courageously through times of great change. For me, that’s what life is really all about. And love. We’re here to shine love in all directions like the sun sends out light.

As a birthday sharing, I’ve set up a discount on the Steam Drills ebook. It’s only a few dollars all day long, so use this link to get copies now. 

Celebrate, enjoy, and live boldly!

Love,

Rivera

PS Here’s my twin sister Marada and I, age 7.

Free Read! Steam Drills – First Chapter

July 29th thru August 2nd, Steam Drills ebook will be available at HUGE discounts to celebrate Author Rivera Sun’s Birthday Countdown Sale. Enjoy! https://www.amazon.com/Steam-Drills-Treadmills-Shooting-times-ebook/dp/B00B41B1T8/

 

CHAPTER ONE: The Front Line of Birth & Death

It begins.

The world is sleeping. Solitude sinks down around the contours of the mountains. Silence dusts the city. Daybreak’s bustle threatens to fling night back against the sky, but for now a quiet settles on the earth, quivering.

Two things happen:

A child breaks through his birth-waters and gasps for air.

Two lovers cry out together as their baby is conceived.

So it begins.

She is darkness tucked in darkness passing midnight through her legs. Her mother midwifes the laboring of the daughter.

“Push,” the older woman says. “He’s almost here.”

Henrietta pushed so hard her soul slipped out her skin. Stars and light lanced the empty blanket of her body and threw her last vestiges of childhood up against the night. Memories of girlhood billowed softly and floated back. Henrietta’s mother looked up. She was a veteran on the front line of birth and death. The head was in her hands, her grandson’s heartbeat in her fingertips, her daughter’s insides pulsing out. The descending parachute of the past threatened to shroud the future of her daughter.

“You can’t go back,” the mother stated. With one hand, she released the baby’s crown and swept the past aside.

Henrietta screamed.

A shower of stars flung across the sky. The dawn of new life flooded in the room. The mother of the mother caught the babe one-handed.

So it begins.

Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in a whirling circus act.

The grandmother placed the infant in his mother’s arms. Both were raw and wet from turning inside out. Smiles grew like sunrises across the dark skin of their faces. Daybreak hurled the city’s nighttime stillness up into the sky.

So it begins.

On the same day, in another corner of the awakening world, a man murmured,

“I’m late.”

“So?” his wife whispered back to him. “Even the sun doesn’t always rise on time.”

Her heart was quickening in the drumroll of desire. Pale pinks and rosy fleshes met and tumbled in the sunrise. Her blonde strands of hair laced with his short and stubby wheat stalks. Contours slid and shuddered against each other. An earthquake rippled through them. A little gem formed in the secret caverns of the woman. Trembling surfaces rose and gently fell with air and breath and life.

“Jack?” she breathed, catching his darting eyes in the sky blue of her own. “I love you.”

So it begins.

The full roundness of the day stroked its kiss across the world. The sun released the lip of earth and blazed in a proud moment of nakedness.

Then the sun slipped into a cloudy suit of gray. The promises of dawn snuffed out. Curling smoke pinched the sensual aromas from the world. The time of soot and smog and ordinary work arrived. The whole world groaned and went to work.

The new mother did not get up. She stayed naked in her newborn skin of motherhood. Her infant curled against her breast. The veteran mother -grandmother now- sprawled across a chair. All three, exhausted and wide-awake, watched the sun dive upward into the clouds.

“Such courage,” the grandmother said to the sun, and to her grandson, and to her daughter, who was, today, a mother.

Such courage . . . so it all begins.

 

Watch! Author Rivera Sun read this chapter at a bookstore!

Steam Drills & Way Between Hit Bestsellers Lists in Categories! #1 and #3

We’re celebrating some indie author publishing milestones around here. Steam Drills hit #1 ebook in two of its categories and The Way Between topped the charts of the War & Peace category, besting out Smedley Butler’s War Is  A Racket to become #3.

Celebrate by sending a 99 cent Steam Drills ebook to your friends today! (Tomorrow, it goes up slightly all through our Countdown discount week.) Hip Hip Hooray!

 

99 Cent Ebook Today! Steam Drills by Rivera Sun

Rivera Sun’s Birthday Countdown!

Discounts on Steam Drills Ebook for 5 Days!

August 2nd is my birthday . . . so I’m giving a HUGE discount on the Steam Drills ebook for the next five days.  It’s a countdown discount, so for today only, you can buy Steam Drills for yourself or send it to friends for 99 cents! Tomorrow, it starts going up … so use this link to get copies now. 

Read Ebooks On Any Device – Send It To All of Your Friends! 

You can now read ebooks on everything (except paper), so use the “Give as a Gift” option on the righthand sidebar to get an ebook link emailed to your friends. It’s always wonderful to find in a novel in your inbox. I always love it.

“There’s a story that must be told.

There’s a hero who needs resurrecting.

There must be a revival of the human heart.

And there’s not much time.”

– Steam Drills

Steam Drills is a story of our times . . . we are all Henrietta Owens, juggling children and family as the climate crisis deepens. We are all Jack Dalton, wrestling with our souls as the changes we must make collide with everything we know. Steam Drills is a story of people just like us, propelled through an era of unprecedented change. This is a story to ignite our hearts through the dark night of humanity’s soul. It begins and ends with courage. Love sings through every page. I know you’ll enjoy it.

Find Steam Drills ebook for 99 cents here. 

This year, my birthday on August 2nd finds me counting my blessings for every day of 35 years of life. The best birthday present is being alive, able to rise up in the morning and write, and know that the words are beloved by you, and shared with your friends.



Thank you.

Love,

Rivera

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Rivera Sun’s Writing Tips

#WritingTips – I’ve been watching my process, and I’ve found a few practices that I love in writing. Here they are … now go off and write some fabulous essays or novels or books for me to read!

1) Take your time. Savor the process. Don’t rush. (I never work under deadlines. I don’t relate well to them and my creativity flounders. You may be different.)

2) Romance the words. Flirt with them, eat them up with your whole body sensuously, fall in love with them like you would a crush. (There’s always time for the hard-edged editor in you to cut through the gushing, over-wrought sections later.)

3) Be precise and unflinchingly honest with your language. This is one of my favorite practices. (And a great editing tool.) Look at what you’re describing in your writing. Is the sky gray? Or is it flat as a sheet of metal lying in a stack?

4) Take breaks. This is my best writing tip. Be human, not just a writer. Go for walks. Read good books. Garden. Cook. Live as a part of the writing. For myself, I’m working on cleaning my house on my breaks. 

Hidden Darkness and Lost Stories

(Stormy over the mesa this afternoon. Here’s my writing “sketch” of the day. Enjoy.)


 


Sitting down to other writings, all that comes is the lonely haunting of a woman. Not a fragile willowy woman. A glimpse of powerful grace in the darkness of a foggy night, beyond the edges of firelight.


 


She has been watching me for months.


 


She is strong as a yew tree, lips pressing down on a knowing smile. The half-hidden rugged lands of granite boulders and twisted bracken are familiar to her. She knows the names of the knolls and remembers the grandfathers of the sapling groves. The fog curls around her, affectionate as a loyal dog, ready to hide her from sight.


 


She’s here with a story she wants me to figure out. She won’t tell me outright. It’s a mystery that must be pieced together from a time and landscape far distant from contemporary urbanity. But, it haunts us, this lost story. It may hold an explanation for our madness, a mourning tale hidden under the rabid chants of progress! progress! progress! that scream through our upbringings. We aren’t allowed to know this story . . . otherwise, the empires past and present would crumble in their self-proclaimed glory. The pretty masks would fall from the ghastly flesh of twisted human souls. We would reject the trappings of our world like a bowl of fruit suddenly writhing with worms.


 


And when we turn to another way, she will be there, waiting. When we walk to the edge of our internal wildernesses and leave landscape of certainty behind, she will be waiting with her knowing smile. When we swallow on the edge of change, her ancient eyes watch us. As we scan the secrets of the fog, looking for an easy safe harbor, her head will slowly shake. There is no destination to this embarking. You step off the dangerous familiarity of the known. You leave the burning comforts of the fire. You enter the hard and exquisite ecstasy of the story we’ve forgotten. You give up the dull inertia of normality propelling humanity toward disaster.


 


You step with this woman of the untold story into the darkness of another way. The thud-thud of your heartbeat thunders your revival. Your aliveness roars in your blood as you step into the deep unknown.