Author Archives: Kera Willis

About Kera Willis

Kera Willis is a writer, nomad and deep environmentalist who (as teacher/facilitator at Mountain Horse School in Pemberton BC, Canada) continues to share essays, bouts of myth making, and articles about the human equine relationship, rewilding our connection to the land, and the gifts of autism.

The Woods

The author’s personal tale of a journey, written as an example of the healing powers of myth, finding archetypes within one’s own life, and meaning making, exploring the healing power of re-storying.
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All That Came Before

It’s been a long time since I posted on this blog. Since I could add to the thread of the story with something simple: things didn’t go as planned. And, from this far away place, this home-again place, I can … Continue reading

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Dreamwalk// Lovers, I Have Borrowed Your Names

At Burning Man this year I walked into and out of so many dreams, it was like a dream drive through; a movie edited and spliced together sideways, where some of the frames were lived backwards and some were lived … Continue reading

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Black Rock City

Even though much time has passed, I would still like to keep the chronology of this adventure intact. For some reason it is important to have a time capsule of causations and choices that have led up to this moment. … Continue reading

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Being Gifted

My second-last day at the ranch, I was gifted a ride on Bu, one of the Lusitano stallions. Iliane helped me get a few steps of Passage- a slow, elevated, exaggerated trot that feels like you’re a superhero running in … Continue reading

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Chicago… Part two. Resolve/ Reclaim/ Restory

* The screening is not as terrifying as I had imagined. The theatre is ancient and gorgeous and mostly empty. They run the movies back to back with no transitions, and then have all the directors up at once for … Continue reading

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Chicago

* “Just before you begin, say a prayer.” He says to me. “Do you want to know mine?” I nod. “I pray to let the story come through me. It’s not you that matters- it’s the story. That’s why your … Continue reading

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The Space Between

A lot of time has passed since I last wrote on here. So many things have happened. A few days ago I backrode with a boy named Lance, who is such an outpouring of joy I sometimes feel like my … Continue reading

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Bedrock

I stand in the centre of a circle. My feet move a little; more of a pivot than a step. I am a slow motion dervish realizing mid-whirl that I am in prayer. Instead of a white robe whirling around … Continue reading

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‘I don’t know what this love is/ But I refuse to loose it’

All the last few days a quote from a poem by Michael Ondaatje has been circling round and round my head like a bird coming in to roost, flying out again from behind bushes and ambushing me softly in the … Continue reading

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