So, last year, I had one of the peak experiences of my life, teaching the myth of Baba Yaga at California Witch Camp (CAWC.) And all year long, I prepared for teaching by working the myth. I used that story to do what great stories do best: act as roadmaps for change. The story of Baba Yaga and Vassalissa the Brave was an initiation story, and last year was nothing if not an initiatory year for me. I left the house where I was surviving, but not thriving. I headed out into the dark forest and faced tasks that seemed impossible: healing the deep and seemingly permanent pain in my back, coming out of the broom closet at work, and beginning to claim my place as a teacher and storyteller in this world on the cusp of change
That last one is on the front burner now.
And now I have a new myth to work with, since I get to teach at CAWC again!!
My friends, may I introduce (rolling drumbeats)…
The Legend of Rhiannon-non-non-non (cheesy echoes)
So. Rhiannon is the Queen of the Fey and the Goddess of the Land and she has all kinds of cool powers, like a song that brings the living back from the dead and the apparent ability to stop time and chill while the world is racing to catch her. Not to mention open the door to the world of the Fey. Those last two are probably related, actually...
As you can see, I am really just getting to know her and the complexity (and weird fucking dialogue) of this ancient Welsh myth, so I think I’ll begin with the big stuff:
· This is a love story. (Yay! I get to work a love story!)
· This is a story of a woman’s sovereignty – no, make that a goddess’ sovereignty – in a world ruled by men.
· This is a story of the power of a mother to believe and prevail in the face of astonishing injustice.
Good times ahead, right?