We do not tell the stories we live but live the stories we tell ourselves.
Hello, my name is Sez. I was born and raised in Southern Africa but have a deep connection to my Nordic heritage. I spent most of my life in the Southern Hemisphere until I met a Dane and found myself living on the very earth so many of my foremothers and fathers lived. It should have been a homecoming and an initiation into the place of belonging I have always sought after. But I suppose I have a heart full of unrequited longing for remedies that this world cannot offer alone. That is why my writing contains remnants of mythology & folklore; because they offer us language that we used to speak to our souls through.
I am a poet, a mother of two small Vikings and live in between the wilder parts of the Nordics and the city of Copenhagen. You might guess which location fills my soul more :) But without the adversity of living among people, I would not be able to write about the struggles of being emotionally sensitive and the cure that the wilderness offers.
"As a child, I tried to interpret the extraordinary dreams I experienced.
But I quickly found out there was no ethereal dictionary that would correctly articulate these profound experiences. That's when I discovered symbolic language; an anthology of the Heart - and it finally allowed me to make sense of my world."
archetype, symbolism, mythology
I’ll tell you right now, the doors to the world of the wild self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door; if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.
– Clarissa Pinkola Estés