24/01/2026
This is my favorite book.
I read it in the eighth grade, all 800 pages of religion and politics, r**e and lust. I walked around middle school hugging it to my chest like a shield, absorbing the story of Morgaine again and again. A priestess, and a normal girl. One who could See the changing future, though her knowledge could not protect her. It formed me, gave me my pathway to a pagan life and eventually to Avalon herself, and kept me cautious when I stood in the world of men. Because the story was true.
I see this story now.
I see the cries of women being belittled, ignored. Men thumping around fields of power, jockeying for place, ignoring the needs of the people. Once, the land had been their religion, too. Their goddess. But they turned from this womanly deity because to look her in the eye would have brought unbearable shame. So instead they turned to a masculine god who existed far away in the sky, whose words they could twist to suit their purpose. And they went forward, defiling the magic that had set them where they were, interested in nothing more than acquiring the goddess in pieces and draining her of life.
This is the story we are living. And we won’t like the way it ends.
Tell me a story that showed you the future, and how we could change the narrative.