into the wild – audrey di mola

WILDLIGHT LIVES.

HOW TO BUY:

WILDLIGHT is available for purchase directly from the author via PayPal , for $18.00.

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If you would like to use another payment method- feel free! You can send $18 via Venmo to audrey.dimola@gmail.com, or contact me for other options.

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the fact that this book exists means that there is triumph of the holy wild spirit over heartache, darkness, ruin, illness and dis-ease, lack of self-worth, addiction, depression, sorrow, death.

i cannot describe how proud i am of this piece of my heart, blood, and bones.

3 years, 258 pages.

i proudly present my third book of poetry and prose, WILDLIGHT.

available for you. NOW.

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WILDLIGHT: POETRY & PROSE FROM INSIDE THE FIRE

MARCH 20, 2018 – SPRING EQUINOX

[MORE INFO ABOUT THE BOOK]

three years of blood, sweat, fire, heart, and LIVING have gone into this collection, plunging into the wildernesses of love, spirituality, addiction, sex, shamanism, mental health struggles, self-love, and rebirth.

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“to all those
who reclaim their
spirits from darkness-
who resolve to protect
the body as an altar,
and keep the fire safe-
know there is an energy of
resilience that unites us all.
we may have to fight everyday-
but we never fight alone.

this is a book about reclamation.

about staying close to the fire. trusting in your wildlight.

it is a book about struggles with honesty, with identity. about all-consuming loves- passion, destruction, regeneration. about leaving and returning. about lack of self-love and self-worth. about mental illness and addictions. about the indomitable power of the human spirit. about reasons to live. about what happens when you break away from the life you thought you wanted- to walk into the wild. to be taught in ways only the universe can truly teach you- with blood, with sweat. with grief, and wonder. with fire. with heart.

it is a book about trying and trying and trying again…”

crack the spine of this book and the author will know it. this is an alchemical document- rubbed with earth, singed with flame. found curled inside the inmost core of an animal, fanged and feathered. each word a bone picked from an endless desert, blessed with tears and triumph from the road. “WILDLIGHT” was written from 2015 to 2017 by a shamanic poet and journeywoman who is most often likened to wildfire or supernova- this third collection of poetry and prose an act of sacred invocation that will keep howling at you even when its pages are closed.

THE POET IS UNAFRAID TO BECOME FULL WILDERNESS.

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NYC PERFORMANCE & RELEASE PARTY:

March 24, 2018 3-5pm at Q.E.D.: A Place to Show & Tell in Astoria [Facebook]

more upcoming SHOWS

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READ SELECT PIECES FROM “WILDLIGHT”:
+ lazarus was a house on fire (WOMAN)
+ reliquary: the body
+ blue sky
+ peter (i want to be real)
+ studies in reaching
+ somewhere else
+ two wolves

THE JOURNEY ON INSTAGRAM: #wildlightbyajd

VIDEO FROM THE DAY I RELEASED THE BOOK:

XO with ecstatic love and FIREFIREFIRE,

two wolves. fin.

two wolves came to me last year in the fall and winter, in what i now believe was a shamanic transmission of story.

metaphor, writing, poetry- is living shamanism in a way i did not realize until these days, these weeks.

last year during this time- carried over from the year, and certainly from the previous fall and winter- my pain was so great that it could not process in any other way.

the light wolf and the dark wolf, the white wolf and the black wolf, were my guides through a journey i am now spiraling in return to- reading over, wondrously, understanding.

this is the last part of the story i never posted, written in the unseasonable warmth sitting on a rock along the shore of randalls island on new year’s day. sunning my wings. at least that’s how i remember it..

the previous parts of two wolves are all here, and it will be published in its entirety in my next book, WILDLIGHT. it was actually where that word came from. describing the black wolf.. a creature of amber, wildlight.

i am so grateful to what story gives us.

even in anguish, we are able to be visited by our guides. spun a tale that will take us back home.

* * *

i sat on the shore besides a great big sea turtle.

i pressed my forehead to his.

so this is how we begin, i said. every day is new year’s day.

the empire of light glowing in the distance over the water, not so much a destination but an affirmation.

birds flying in circles, the fairweather dancer clouds reflecting rainbowed hues.

it is not so much a good wolf or bad wolf, is it? they are each walking with us at all times. it is all choices, journeys, islands, voyages. back to sky, sound, water, fire, earth.

i touched the turtle’s nose with my open hand.

you found a key to the future, he said. and it has two sides. one smooth, one rough. depending which way you hold it, different doors will open.

a white comet streaked up against the blue sky.

this is the first sunset of the new year.

the crescent moon was just a sliver of fullness to come, fragile and beautiful. the horizon ambered, the tortoise’s breath warm against the growing cold.

the challenge is to love it all, he said.
the challenge is to love it all, i replied.

and i threw the old key, the burning rock, and hollowed shell into the river. blessed myself with the ashened sage- ears, chest, forehead.

i put my hand over my heart, breathed in the air that mixes with edges of the sea.

tiny feathers sprouted at my ankles. i smiled.

until the circle brings us back again, i said. my heart full.

and on i went.

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and on i did.

[[shows + events // what’s coming up]]

letter from the road

how we squander our hours of pain.
how we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration
to see if they have an end. though they are really
seasons of us, our winter-
enduring foliage, ponds, meadows, our inborn landscape,
where birds and reed-dwelling creatures are at home. -RILKE

dear beautiful people: have a wonderful summer.
i am trying to put many things that are defying words- into such words.

here’s what i got goin’ on, would love to see you to share some words & hugs:

** (new queens series) RAGE READINGS 7/6/15 8pm @ astoria coffee

** LAST FRIDAYZ at local project in LIC produced by inspired word 7/31/15 7pm

** hosting open mic, performing & presenting NATURE OF THE MUSE readers sweta vikram, michael stahl, kevin marquez, crystal rivera & m. leona godin at QUEENS LIT FEST @ LIC Bar (aug 1 & 2, 11-5pm; nature of the muse features on 8/2, 2pm)

out there,

and from the rupture
that was breaking our hearts
we came forth clean again,
naked,
loving each other
without dream, without sand,
complete and radiant,
sealed by fire. -NERUDA

i wish this for you this summer.

into the wild,
on the journey again-
in the immortal christopher mccandless’ words-
everyday, fighting:

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perhaps not conclude, but continue- ever, continue…

we, only, can see death; the free animal
has its decline in back of it, forever,
and god in front, and when it moves, it moves
already in eternity, like a fountain. -RILKE

till we meet again.

i’m always gonna go where the westlin’ winds do go.

PS:

if you have a sec, check out the UPDATED COMPASS PROJECT PAGE!

i’m pretty excited about it & sending more poetry stickers out soon (foto by jan in baltimore :))

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