Raven Tales by Lea C. Deschenes Fairy tales are meant to point out just how it happens that one thing must follow another until they reach an ending. While the range of her work is vast, here we find Lea as the crafter of such tales from beginning to end. She reminds us that stories are the stones that we gather in the wilderness to fill not our pockets, but rather our minds. And like those stones, these stories are ancient and enduring. In the beginning was only Flesh, and Flesh transmuted, became Wolf lured by our pulses rushing, became Word to name the space where jaws once met, became Raven, picking over the leavings.
Solstice arrives like memory.
I fly above tall pines - wind unearthing mystery like dirt beneath snow. You, who are destined to swallow the moon at the end of our feasting. I call upon you here to witness my folly, my flight, my fall. I have seen endings grow from beginnings. I have seen winter turn the world.