Vila SpiderHawk

Suddenly I felt alone by the fire, naked and primal, as if time and place had evaporated and, deposited in a prehistoric wilderness, I was staring in awe at an event that had already repeated itself countless times before my birth, an event that would occur countless times again for millennia after my death. Grand Mama had been sixty-three when she’d died. I’d thought that was ancient at the time. I couldn’t imagine being that old. But that moment when I watched the sun come over the hill I understood how short the human lifespan is, how myopic our vision has to be, given how little we’re allowed to see in a single life. I felt fragile and humbled, almost endangered, not like a goddess at all.

Excerpt from Forest Song: Finding Home by Vila SpiderHawk pp 183-184

Death angels swarmed restlessly, white as bone, fleshless and grinning, greedily salivating for her soul. I hated them with a fire’s passion. I willed them to shrivel and be washed from the room, howling and writhing in a slurry of flame. But my spell back splashed onto me. It was my heart that withered to smoking cinders. It was I who was in danger of swirling, gray as ashes, on the wraith of my mother’s breath. How would I live without her hand to steady me?

Excerpt from Hidden Passages: Tales to Honor the Crones by Vila SpiderHawk, p 107

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.