Tree-longing, stone-singing, storydark beginnings - from Peru


November 14, 2025

Dear Friends,

Well, a month into being in Peru and this nomad has gone and committed… to a new writing community/blog: Creatively Engage with Ancestral Nature.

What kind of ancestor am I after anyway? Whose? It has something to do with a deep longing to be tree and sing stone, to invoke the cave of shadows, the storydark…[Yup, I don’t know what that means either. But I feel it in my teeth.]

And how I know I've committed is that I cannot seem to stop writing:

  • about following a sheaf of oat grass to guinea pig royalty
  • about dancing to ancient Inca instruments with Hebe
  • about the nuances of being mistaken for a Peruvian guide when I was with white friends
  • about the way my heart goes ta-daap when I see the Wayri Chunchu dances from the Peruvian Amazon. And more.

Welcome to true, poetic, besotted encounters with place, journey, and creativity—an invitation to clamor, swoon, dissent, wander, wonder, etcetera etcetera.

Unlike the occasional coming and goings of my Faraway is Close newsletter, this one has a regular (gasp!) schedule and the shape of a community of subscribers - who delight in being Story Travelers for $5/month. Read more idhar right here.

There’s also an invitation to Contribute writing. This month features a beautiful piece by my friend Ann Hunkins who is a poet and wildlife tracker.

Go ahead, explore, forage, find, taste, chew, respond, ponder…

Why this, why now?

Because - and maybe you can relate - I feel something is calling us back to land, story and each other in a visceral way - and that something is both the antidote for what is breaking and the force behind what is hopeful.

Coming up: Afro-Peruvian dance lessons! Dawn Chorus thrushes…

Come along, Aagé Chalo, if it speaks, and of course, please spread the word!

yours in adventure

Shebana


P.S: here's a little summary of how to stay connected

https://www.shebanacoelho.com/connect

in the end

"A white snake coils past. A large toad, bracing on haunches, leaps. Where is such profusion of beauty allowed? How is it missed? "

from What I would write, by Ann Hunkins

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