Into the clearing Vasalisa steps. There is a path leading to a house, (and here’s the spooky bit), the path
is bordered with the bones and skulls of those departed. The house is round, and stands on chicken’s legs. It swirls and twirls, madly running riot all over the yard, until Baba Yaga appears.
In she flew in a mortar, with the pestle as the rudder, and her broom sweeping away the trail she creates.
Baba Yaga, so fiercesome! She is Old and Young, Beautiful and Ugly all at once. Vasalisa felt scared, she was face-to-face with the Wild One! What folly this, stay and certainly be eaten, or run and return home
absent of fire. Vasalisa held onto her Doll, who was as calm as calm could be. A state that Vasalisa tried her best to imitate.
“What do you want?” Baba Yaga screamed.
“I seek fire Grandmother. For I had let the fire go out. I have come seeking you and seeking fire.”
Oh, poor, brave Vasalisa, she was so scared, words tumbled from her lips as she stood rooted to the spot.
“I know your people,” sniffed Baba Yaga. “I will give you fire, but only after you do something for me first.
Otherwise…… I EAT YOU!”
There really was nothing for it. Vasalisa needed fire, and it was only through Baba Yaga that she could
The image of Baba Yaga, her transportation and her house, the absurdness of it, makes my mind run wild.
Who wouldn’t want a twirling house, or a mortar and pestle to fly around in! Baba Yaga, as a representative
of the life/death/life cycle, can give or take life as she pleases. Bundled into this is her standing as an Elder Woman, one who understands the wild, herbs, healing and knowing. Baba Yaga is revered and feared for all that she is.
Her house, that crazy chicken legged abode, that represents our mind, a twirling and whirling, crazy dancing child, or a still vessel to hold us and our thoughts. It all depends which side of wild we are on!
And don’t think that good old Baba Yaga didn’t know that Vasalisa had let the fire go out. Boy-oh-boy, she knows you and me and them. She ‘knows’ your people. Baba Yaga knows what you need and will prescribe the tasks that are necessary for you to become all that you want to (and should) be. Meeting Baba Yaga is our first step to accessing the Wild and Wisdom of our female selves. Scary, yes, necessary, ABSOLUTELY!
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