|Baba Yaga the Goddess of Death by Solongo Mellecker|
It's weird the things people miss, isn't it? Sometimes even bad things have a odd sort of comfort because you know yourself in that context, it's familiar, but moving beyond needing those things to define you, should be a goal, shouldn't it? But after that, who are you then?
(Originally posted at The Hairpin HERE)What do you think of Baba Yaga's advice?
You have to admit, shadows are intriguing, aren't they? So weird that an absence of them causes you to enjoy the 'light' less!
Want to ask Baba Yaga a question of your own?
There's now 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.