Celebrate Your Weird and Wild

My totem is a silver skull, my spirit animal a murder of 13 crows (that enjoys playing jokes on storks and stealing shiny booty from magpies).

Black wings and shifty eyes delivered me (blood-clad and screaming) into my grandmother’s waiting hands. At nine-years-ancient, I knew my story to be uncanny… away from the sort of normal that feeds the world its myths and all the other perfect kids. “The storks didn’t fight back?”

The rumble in my grandmother’s laughter named her sister to thunder. Before she spoke, her smile flashed lightning. “Storks fear babies with teeth in the same way the idiotic fear women with brains.

When the world questions
your love for bones and feathers,
my girl, trust your strange—
celebrate your weird and wild,
feed on thunder and lightning.”

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– for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Celebration.

39 thoughts on “Celebrate Your Weird and Wild

  1. Whew. I like. Strong sense of the mystical. Fearibg women with brains…ha…i like. Definitely all for celebrating thw weird and the wild.

    Def a strong write m

  2. We must accept and embrace those different from ourselves as we too have our peculiarities. Conforming is a dull suggestion when there is so many wild, weird ways to go.

  3. I love this, Magaly. It reminds me so much of a Mexican curandera I knew once. What a fascinatingly weird person she was! She would take roadkill home and bleach it clean. (Her landlord was remarkably understanding). For smudging at my drumming circle, she gifted me an owl feather with the end wrapped in rainbow thread, which I still treasure. We made a drum together once out of goatskin and a Chinese steamer basket. She moved on from Edmonton several years ago and I haven’t seen her since. I hope she’s making her way well in the world.

  4. I LOVE this! “Celebrate your weird and wild”. “Trust your strange.” LOVE “Storks fear babies with teeth in the same way the idiotic fear women with brains.” I love your grandma!!!!!!!!

  5. That’s the best celebration! “At nine-years-ancient, I knew my story to be uncanny”….Ah…the fulcrum point of this piece! To trust and celebrate one’s potential could give a dream life.

  6. I am seeing the feather-tearing fight between storks and crows–surely they did put up a *little* fight? After all, it’s their entire mythical identity. The celebration here is bone-deep, for those of us who have it know our strange is what feeds and keeps alive the best parts of us, and protects what and whom we love. Every line here sings with skill and grace. Thanks for giving me this to add to the shiny collection in my nest. (I too have been writing about crows.)

    • I’m with you, maybe the grandma missed that part. I mean, no stork would just sit there as her self was ripped out of her beak, right?

      I love your Crow-Shaman. I hope you write more about him–there is a bright in his dark, a uniqueness in his spirit, a truth… that needs sharing.

  7. I like the idea of celebrating one’s weird. It is boring if all is cookie-cutter-all-the-same! Continue to trust your strange!! Happy holidays, Magaly.

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