Vila SpiderHawk

I entered the forest calling his name, and, sure he was teasing, I braced myself for a roaring burst of him from behind a rock or a tree. Nothing happened. I yelled again. There was no response. I screamed, drawing out his name so I had to breathe between the syllables. My voice cracked. A twig snapped. I twirled around with a grin, but Jochen wasn't there. Every crunch of the leaves, every whoosh of a bird caused me to spin, first with hope and then with fear as the truth of my situation seeped into my mind. I didn't know what to do. If I stood still the bandits or wolves or bears or child-eating plants would get me. If I moved, Jochen wouldn't know where I was.

Excerpt from Forest Song: Finding Home P 73

"You don't know? You can't feel it? This is the cloak of life. It's made of the generations, Donnata, of the cycles that they make. See how they interact?" She traced a coil of blue. "See how Grandmother dies and returns as daughter, how the babe grows to be Crone and dies? See how the cycle never ends but feeds on itself, swirling backward, swirling forward." Her finger followed the intricate pattern on my lap.

Excerpt from Hidden Passages: Tales to Honor the Crones P 96

Vila SpiderHawk lives in the woods of Pennsylvania with her husband, their six cats, and their many woodland friends.

SpiderHawk is a gourmet Vegan cook, and an avid gardener.