|The Spring (Baba Yaga and the Wolf) - by Tin Can Forest|
Today's question and answer (via poet and oracle Taisia Kitaiskaia* of The Hairpin):
(Originally posted at The Hairpin HERE)
"The black puddle where he left his paw print..." whoa. Isn't that so much like everyone you've cared for who's moved on and seemingly forgotten about you? I have to remember to "drink" the remembrance that I helped them be who they are, as much as they did me. Those 'cubs' grown with their teeth. I'm glad I helped them grow. I'm glad they are not here to bite me. Thanks Baba Yaga.
What do you think of Baba Yaga's advice?
Want to ask Baba Yaga a question of your own?
There's an email address where you can send your questions
directly to Baba Yaga herself.
AskBabaYaga AT gmail DOT com
To encourage Baba Yaga to continue imparting her no-bones-about-it wisdom (ok, there may be some gristle in there... bones too), I suggest we not to leave her box empty...
Thank you Baba Yaga (& Taisia).
* Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. Born in Russia and raised in America, she's had her poems and translations published in Narrative Magazine, Poetry International, and others.