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The editor of Wings and Tales, Tamara Luckinbill, is a sixth generation native of her hometown in the Gold Country of Northern California where she cares for three furry beasts, a flock of enchanted hens, a Cock and a fairy child. 

She describes herself as an autobiographical fiction writer with many unpublished works who writes fantastical and unbelievable truths honestly.

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You can find her travel writings at DanceUpontheEarth.blogspot.com

April 05, 2020 From the editor
"This project, Wings & Tales, is a dream of mine. 

The dream began as a nightmare, when a dark cloud over the mountains slowly leaked a sickness out over the land and people chose to huddle in isolation, hoping it would all be over soon. The pandemic interrupted my carefully built life as a medicine woman with a private practice of ten years. However, because I allowed myself to process the grief of closing my vocation, mourn the loss of some freedoms and surrender my stability achieved through a long-time dedication to that livelihood, I also began to see the potential in this opportunity. As the beast in me began to thrive in reclusion, fur emerging from beneath my skin and I found my voice dropping low like a growl, I felt my soul re-wilding. I realised that I needed to tap into the teachings I learned as a Yoga teacher and practiced on my adventures around the World. I began to understand it was my attachment to the story I was losing about who I am, which was determined by what I do, that was causing my misery. 

So, I let go. 

And that empty weight in my arms began to unfold into these true desires to follow a long resting passion. I had to use a special type of fire to burn away the old life to find the newness inside myself. To make that fire took sacrifice. I discarded the binding which held me to that other existence. The loss of that heaviness which had been wound tight against my ribs for so many years felt uncomfortable. Then I cut a lock of hair and lit rosemary and some drying native California sage in a bowl with a cedar coal from the woodfire. That type of coal burns low and it needed encouragement. Which is why I allowed my hot tears to fall into the earthenware and turn the fire a deep emerald green. Then I knew nothing could ever be the same. New life was brimming now.


So, I let go some more.


I took many endless deep breaths. The pain that had been tearing me in half for so many days began to subside, and though I knew there would demons and dragons still to face, I slept for the first time in many nights. The next morning when I was empty, wet and warm with terrible sleep, is when I decided to try to share my greatest love; storytelling. "
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