The Earth Path: Grounding Your Spirit in the Rhythms of Nature
By Starhawk
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From time immemorial, artists and poets, prophets, and shamans have drawn strength and inspiration from walking the earth. In The Earth Path, bestselling author Starhawk takes the reader on a journey into the heart of the natural world, showing how we can have a more intimate connection with the world that surrounds us.
Institutionalized religions have sacred texts—messages written in holy books that are the inspiration for their beliefs and rituals. But the sacred texts for Wicca, like other ancient native or indigenous traditions, are written in nature—in the magic circle of the elements: air, fire, water, and earth. With The Earth Path, Starhawk, an activist, ecofeminist, and leader in the women’s spirituality movement, places you in the center of that magical circle. As you become attuned to the rhythms of the earth, your thinking will shift from focusing on isolated objects to marveling at the multitude of interconnecting patterns and relationships in nature. These patterns and connections can hold the key to your own spiritual renewal and restore your sense of responsibility for preserving this world that nurtures and sustains us.
Filled with awareness exercises, inspiring meditations, and magical rituals, The Earth Path not only teaches the reader to respect the ecology of our natural world, but shows how to spiritually connect with and channel the powers inherent in nature.
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“Starhawk presents an array of exercises and practices for sharpening observation and listening skills. She engages readers’ spirits and minds through her illustrative storytelling, offering ways to communicate more fully with the world and suggesting ways to act.” —Publishers Weekly
“Lucid, appealing . . . a broad philosophy of harmony with nature, of human concord, sexual liberation, creativity, and healthy pleasure, as expressed and celebrated in a freewheeling worship of the universe.” —Kirkus Reviews
Starhawk
Starhawk is the author of nine books, including her bestselling The Spiral Dance, The Pagan Book of Living and Dying, and Webs of Power, winner of the 2003 Nautilus Award for social change. She has an international reputation, and her works have been translated into many different languages. Starhawk is also a columnist for beliefnet.com and ZNet. A veteran of progressive movements who is deeply committed to bringing the techniques and creative power of spirituality to political activism, she travels internationally, teaching magic, the tools of ritual, and the skills of activism. Starhawk lives part-time in San Francisco, in a collective house with her partner and friends, and part-time in a little hut in the woods in western Sonoma County, where she practices permaculture in her extensive gardens and writes.
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The Earth Path - Starhawk
ONE
Toward the Isle of Birds
On a hilltop in the coastal mountains of northern California, I meet with my neighbors just before sunset on a hot day in July to go to a fire protection ritual. All summer long, our land and homes are at risk for wildfire. In the winter, we get eighty to a hundred inches of rain in a good year, and trees and grasses and shrubs grow tall. But no rain falls from June through September, and in summer the land gets dry as tinder. A small spark from a mower, a carelessly tossed cigarette, a glass bottle full of water that acts as a magnifying lens can all be the beginning of an inferno that could claim our homes and lives.
We live with the constant risk of fire, and also with the knowledge that our land needs fire, craves fire. This land is a fire ecology. All the trees on it evolved in association with forest fires. The redwoods, with their thick, spongy bark, withstand fire. The madrones and bay laurels and tanoaks resprout from root crowns to survive fire. Fire once kept the meadows open, providing habitat for deer and their predators, coyote and cougar. Fire kept the underbrush down, favoring the big trees and reducing disease. The Pomo, the first people of this land, burned it regularly to keep it healthy. As a result, the forest floor was kept open, the fuel load was reduced, and fires were low and relatively cool. But now the woods are dense with shrubby regrowth, the grasses tall and dry. A fire today would not be cool and restorative, but a major inferno.
Below us is the small firehouse that belongs to our Volunteer Fire Department. We can look around to the far horizons and see our at-risk landscape. Deep canyons are filled with redwoods and Douglas firs, with bay laurel and madrone and vast stands of tanoak filling in the open spaces left where stands of giant conifers were logged a hundred years ago and, again, fifty years ago. The tanoaks are bushy, with multiple small stems that create a huge fire hazard. Big-leaf maples line the stream banks, and black oaks stud the open hillsides where fifty years ago sheep grazed. Tall stands of grasses in the open meadows are already dry and ready to burn. Once the meadows would have stayed green all summer with deep-rooted native bunchgrasses, but a century of grazing favored invasive European grasses that wither quickly in the summer heat. Small homes fill the wrinkles in the landscape, most built twenty years ago by back-to-the-landers out of local wood and scrounged materials. On the high ridges, we can see evidence of the latest change in land use, a proliferation of vineyards. Behind us is a huge fallen tree—a remnant of the 1978 wildfire that started just over the ridge and burned thousands of acres.
We begin by sharing some food, talking and laughing together, waiting for everyone to arrive. Then we ground, breathing deeply and with great gratitude the clean air that blows fresh from the ocean just a few ridges over. We imagine our roots going into the earth, feeling the jumble of rock formations and the volatile, shifting ground here just two ridges over from the San Andreas fault. We feel the fire of the liquid lava below our feet, and the sun’s fire burning hot above our heads.
We cast our circle by describing the boundaries of the land we wish to protect—from the small town of Cazadero in the east to the rancheria of the Kashaya Pomo in the north; from the ocean in the west to the ridges and gulches to the south of us. We invoke the air—the actual breeze we can feel on our skin; the fire, so integral to this landscape yet so dangerous to us now; the water, the vast ocean now covered in a blanket of fog, the sweet springs that feed the land; the earth herself, these jumbled ridges and tall forests.
In the center of the circle is a small bowl. One by one, we bring water from our springs and pour it into the vessel. My neighbors know exactly where their water comes from. Each of us has spent many hours digging out springs, laying water pipes, fixing leaks.
This is from a spring beyond that hill that flows into Camper Creek that flows into Carson Creek that flows into MacKenzie Creek that flows into Sproul Creek that flows into the South Fork of the Gualala River…
We offer the combined waters to the earth with a prayer of gratitude—great gratitude that we live in one of the few places left on earth where we can drink springwater straight from the ground.
Alexandra has made our fire charm—a circle of bay laurel branches with a triangle lashed within. The triangle is the symbol of fire; the circle represents containment and also the cycle that we know someday needs to be restored. One by one, we come forward and tie on branches we have each brought from trees on our lands. Redwood, from a giant that has withstood many fires. Tanoak, suffering now from a fungal disease that fire might have cured. Madrone, of the beautiful peeling red bark, and buckeye in flower. They are as familiar as our human friends. We know them intimately, know when and how they flower and seed, have watched many individuals grow from seedlings. Some of my neighbors planted these hills after the 1978 fire, worked the creek beds to slow erosion, thinned and released the woods time after time. They know the boundaries of the soil types and the history of each patch of the woods. Ken and Alexandra bring small, uprooted firs, pulled out from a patch on their land where they grow far too thickly for any to get enough light to grow healthy and strong. Once fire would have thinned them—now people do. We add herbs and flowers from our gardens.
We pass the charm around, drumming and chanting to charge it:
Sacred fire that shapes this land,
Summer teacher, winter friend,
Protect us as we learn anew
To work, to heal, to live with you.
Green, green crown
Roots underground.
Kissed by fire,
Still growing higher.
Laughing, we dance with the charm, pass it over each other’s heads and bodies. These trees and branches are part of us as we have each become part of this land. The water we have brought is our drinking water, the water that grows our gardens. We literally eat and drink the land.
When the charm has gone around, we all hold it together and chant, raising a wordless cone of power, a prayer of protection, and also a prayer for knowledge. We pray that our homes and lives can be preserved as we struggle to learn, once again, how to integrate fire with this land, how to restore the balance that has been so lost.
Then the two young girls who are with us climb the fallen tree behind us and hang the charm high on its branches, where it will overlook the land for the summer. We will see it every time we look up at Firehouse Hill. And when winter comes, and the rain returns, we will take it down and cut it apart in our rain return ritual, where we thank the rain for coming back and pray for the health of the land and the trees. We’ll each take pieces of this charm to burn in our woodstoves for our winter fires, to protect our homes in the season when fire warms our hearths and cooks our food.
In thirty or more years of practicing earth-based spirituality, I’ve probably done thousands of rituals. Some are old and some are new; some have become traditions and some draw on ancient roots. Our fire ritual and rain return ritual are relatively young—we created them less than ten years ago. They don’t correspond to the equinoxes or the major Celtic feasts or the indigenous Pomo ceremonies of this land. Yet in some ways they represent the most ancient tradition of ritual and ceremony there is: they are the rituals the land told us to do.
The fire ritual represents, for me, a shift in the way I view my own spirituality. For more than three decades, I’ve been a Witch, a priestess of the Goddess of birth, growth, death, and regeneration, someone who sees the sacred embodied in the natural world. I’ve written books, created rituals, and practiced and taught magic, the art of changing consciousness at will.
¹ I’ve marched, demonstrated, organized, and even gotten arrested trying to protect the integrity of the natural world. Nature has been the heart of my spirituality.
But I grew up a city girl. I didn’t spend my childhood roaming the woods and splashing in pristine streams; I spent it playing handball in the parking garage of our apartment in the San Fernando Valley of L.A. There was one good climbing tree in our neighborhood, but it stood in the front yard of a woman who yelled at us to get out every time we got up into its branches. My widowed mother never took us camping, and the summer camps I went to stressed studying Hebrew and saying prayers rather than learning woodcraft. My formal education focused on art and psychology and somehow missed biology and ecology. In something like seven years of higher education, only one course, a class in botany for art majors, taught me anything about observing or interacting with the natural world.
When I began studying, teaching, and writing about Witchcraft and Goddess religion thirty years ago or more, what seemed most important to me is that Wicca (the archaic name for our tradition) valued women, the body, and the erotic. I saw magic as an ancient tradition of psychology, the understanding and training of the human mind. And those are indeed very important aspects of our tradition.
But, as I’ve celebrated in Pagan communities and lived in both the city and the country, as I’ve worked in environmental movements and other movements for social and ecological justice, I’ve come to feel that one aspect of our nature-based religion that too often gets neglected is our actual relationship with nature. To be a Witch, to practice magic, we can’t simply honor nature’s cycles in the abstract. We need to know them intimately and understand them in the physical as well as the psychic world. A real relationship with nature is vital for our magical and spiritual development, and our psychic and spiritual health. It is also a vital base for any work we do to heal the earth and transform the social and political systems that are assaulting her daily.
One of the most rewarding aspects of my own journey over the past decades has been a gradual process of deepening my aesthetic appreciation of nature into real knowledge and true understanding. That process became a journey that was to transform my life, my spirituality, and my understanding of the Goddess. It began my true education, and my transformation from a tourist in nature to an inhabitant—someone who not only loves trees but can plant them, prune them, and understand the complex role they play in everything from soil ecology to weather patterns. Like most eco-activists, I fully confess to being a long-term tree-hugger, and like most Witches, I’ve always talked to trees. But now, when they talk back, I can assess whether what I’m hearing is truly their message or my own fantasies. I’ve always loved birds, but now when I hear them call in the treetops around my house, I can often identify their voices and at least guess the general subject of their conversation, even if I can’t translate all the details.
This journey also transformed my understanding of the Goddess. For me, now, the Goddess is the name we put on the great processes of birth, growth, death, and regeneration that underlie the living world. The Goddess is the presence of consciousness in all living beings; the Goddess is the great creative force that spun the universe out of coiled strings of probability and set the stars spinning and dancing in spirals that our entwining DNA echoes as it coils, uncoils, and evolves. The names and faces we give the Goddess, the particular aspects she takes, arise originally from the qualities of different places, different climates and ecosystems and economies. In Eleusis, once the most fertile plain in Greece, she was Demeter, Goddess of grain. Up the way, in dry, hilly Athens, she was Athena, Goddess of olives. In Hawaii, she is Pele, Goddess of the volcano. In India, each tribal village has a patron Goddess/devi of its own.
And the tradition we call Wicca arose from people who were indigenous to their own lands. In England, even until recent times, certain families passed on the tradition of earth-walking,
of knowing their own area intimately, understanding the mythological and practical significance of every hill and stream and valley, knowing the uses of the herbs and the medicinal properties of the trees and shrubs, and being responsible for the area’s spiritual and ecological health.
David Clarke, in his book Twilight of the Celtic Gods, records the story of an informant he calls the Guardian,
who recalls his upbringing in an ancient, earth-based tradition of Yorkshire:
I come from an old tradition, a very old tradition if the learning passed down from families is to be believed… I was always told that my family and its various branches and offshoots have been in this part of the world since time began … and we have worked on the land as farmers, craftsmen and in related professions… Yes, I suppose we are pagans
—but only in the sense that the world of paganism originally meant the beliefs and practices of those in the countryside…
At the time of my awakening,
as we called it, my maternal grandmother was responsible for passing on the teachings … and this at first took the form of what might be called nature walks
—remember, I was only seven at the time—in which we would walk for miles in all weathers, at all times of year and at all times of day and night. If I tried to speak or ask questions, I was hushed with a just look and listen
or something similar…
My grandmother explained to me … that the earth was a living, breathing entity and everything was interrelated… I had to learn all, and I mean all, the names—local names that is—for every single plant, tree, type of stone, animal, bird, insect, fish and so on. I had to know where they could all be found, what they looked like at any given time of year and what, if any, their uses were—practical, medical or whatever.
… I was also eased into the fundamental belief of our tradition—that the land is sacred. And to that end we thought of ourselves as stewards, guardians of the areas where members of our family dwelt, people who could be of some use to others who had forgotten or never knew what we still held on to… Farmers, stockmen, gamekeepers and many ordinary countryfolk all knew of our knowledge of plants and animals, and certain members of the family would help them with natural and herbal remedies for both animal and human problems alike…
The powers that we held in awe were locked inside the landscape, inherent in the power of the weather and manifest in the cycle of the changing of the seasons, and in the end they in turn ran through us.²
Our magical practices arose from people who were deeply connected to the natural world, and our rituals were designed to give back to that world, to help maintain its balance along with our human balance. If we leave the natural world out of our practice and rituals in any real sense, if we invoke an abstract earth but never have any real dirt under our fingernails, our spiritual, psychic, and physical health becomes devitalized and deeply unbalanced.
In one sense, this understanding of the Goddess is not new for me. More than two decades ago, I wrote about the Goddess in The Spiral Dance: "In the Craft, we do not believe in the Goddess, we connect with Her, through the moon, the stars, the ocean, the earth, through trees, animals, through other human beings, through ourselves. She is here. She is the full circle: earth, air, fire, water and essence—body, mind, spirit, emotions, change."³
But I understand more deeply now that what we call Goddess or God was the face and voice that people gave to the way the land spoke to them. The rituals and ceremonies and myths of the ancestors all arose from their actual relationship to a specific place on earth. And the tools of magic, that discipline of identifying and shifting consciousness, were the skills of listening to what ethnobotanist Kat Harrison calls the great conversation,
⁴ the ongoing constant communication that surrounds us.
Most of us who live in cities, who are educated to read, write, do arithmetic, and use computers, live our lives surrounded by that conversation yet are unaware of it. We may love nature, we may even profess to worship her, but most of us have barely a clue as to what she is murmuring in the night.
To be a Witch (a practitioner of the Old Religion of the Goddess) or a Pagan (someone who practices an earth-based spiritual tradition) is more than adopting a new set of terms and customs and a wardrobe of flowing gowns. It is to enter a different universe, a world that is alive and dynamic, where everything is part of an interconnected whole, where everything is always speaking to us, if only we have ears to listen. A Witch must not only be familiar with the mystic planes of existence beyond the physical realm; she should also be familiar with the trees and plants and birds and animals of her own backyard, be able to name them, know their uses and habits and what part each plays in the whole. She should understand not just the symbolic aspects of the moon’s cycle, but the real functioning of the earth’s water and mineral and energy cycles. She should know the importance of ritual in building human community, but also understand the function of mycorrhizal fungi and soil microorganisms in the natural community in which human community is embedded.
In fact, everybody should. Our culture is afflicted with a vast disconnection, an abyss of ignorance that becomes apparent whenever an issue involving the natural world arises. As a society, we are daily making decisions and setting policies that have enormous repercussions on the natural world. And those policies are being set by officials and approved by a public who are functionally eco-illiterate.
I was once giving a talk at a university about the need for earth-based spirituality, when I was stopped by a student with a question that stunned me.
Tell me,
the young man asked, why is the earth important?
I almost didn’t know what to say. I bit back a snide retort—What planet do you live on?
—and realized with horror that he was quite serious, that somehow all his years of higher education and graduate school had not taught him that we are utterly dependent on the earth for our lives.
Soil bacteria—they’re small things; who cares about them?
said a radio interviewer recently when I was trying to explain why we were protesting a USDA conference promoting genetic engineering to agricultural ministers of the third world. It soon became evident that neither he nor most of the audience understood the difference between genetically modifying an organism and simply breeding plants. If you, the reader, don’t yet know that difference or understand why anyone who eats should care about the microorganisms in the soil, by the end of this book, you will.
To develop a real relationship with nature, we don’t need to live in the country. In fact, this book and work are very much directed toward city dwellers. The vast majority of us, including the vast majority of Pagans, live in cities. It is in the cities that decisions are made that impact the health and life and balance of the natural world. If you love nature but don’t really know her, if you live in the city and find yourself stunned and bewildered in the countryside, or if you perhaps know a lot intellectually about ecology but have trouble integrating your knowledge with your deepest sense of joy and connection, this book can be a guide.
Studying the language of nature can be a dangerous undertaking. For to become literate in nature’s idiom, we must challenge our ordinary perceptions and change our consciousness. We must, to some extent, withdraw from many of the underlying assumptions and preoccupations of our culture.
The first set of assumptions are those about the earth and our role in it as humans. One view sees human beings as separate from and above nature. Nature exists as a resource bank that we are entitled to exploit for our own ends. She is of value only in how she can be used for our increased comfort, gain, or profit. This philosophy is held by many religions, but also by both capitalists and classical Marxists. It has resulted in unprecedented destruction of ecosystems and life-support systems all over the planet, from the clearcutting of ancient forests to the building of unsafe nuclear reactors.
But there is a counterpoint to this view, one often held by environmentalists and even some Pagans, that is more subtly destructive. That’s the view that human beings are somehow worse than nature, that we are a blight on the planet and she’d be better off without us. In Webs of Power, I wrote about this view:
Now, I admit that a case can be made for this view—nevertheless I think that in its own way it is just as damaging as the worldview of the active despoilers. For if we believe that we are in essence bad for nature, we are profoundly separated from the natural world. We are also subtly relieved of responsibility for listening to the great conversation, for learning to observe and interact and play an active role in nature’s healing.
The humans-as-blight vision also is self-defeating in organizing around environmental issues. It’s hard to get people enthused about a movement that even unconsciously envisions their extinction as a good. As long as we see humans as separate from nature, whether we place ourselves above or below, we will inevitably create false dichotomies and set up human/nature oppositions in which everyone loses.⁵
A corrective view might arise from the understanding that we are not separate from nature but in fact are nature. Penny Livingston-Stark, my teaching partner in Earth Activist Trainings that combine permaculture design training with work in earth-based spirituality and activism, often tells the story of her own evolution from believing that we must work with nature, to seeing us as working within nature, to understanding that we are nature working.
Indigenous cultures have always seen themselves as part of nature. Mabel McKay, Cache Creek Pomo healer, elder, and basketmaker, used to say, When people don’t use the plants, they get scarce. You must use them so they will come up again. All plants are like that. If they’re not gathered from, or talked to and cared about, they’ll die.
⁶
Range management expert Allan Savory describes the vast herds of buffalo and prides of lions that stalked the land he managed in the 1950s in what is now Zambia and Zimbabwe, and he talks about how people coexisted with those creatures:
People had lived in those areas since time immemorial in clusters of huts away from the main rivers because of the mosquitoes and wet season flooding. Near their huts they kept gardens that they protected from elephants and other raiders by beating drums throughout much of the night… [T]he people hunted and trapped animals throughout the year as well.
Nevertheless, the herds remained strong and the river banks lush and well-covered with vegetation, until the government removed the people in order to make national parks.
We replaced drum beating, gun firing, gardening and farming people with ecologists, naturalists, and tourists, under strict control to ensure that they did not disturb the animals or the vegetation… Within a few decades miles of riverbank in both valleys were devoid of reeds, fig thickets and most other vegetation. With nothing but the change in behavior in one species these areas became terribly impoverished and are still deteriorating… [T]he change in human behavior changed the behavior of the animals that had naturally feared them, which in turn led to the damage to soils and vegetation.⁷
The indigenous peoples of California burned the forests and grasslands to maintain a mosaic of open meadows and forest cover that was ideal for game. When they dug brodaias for food, they took the larger bulbs and scattered the smaller ones, spreading the stands and giving the young bulbs room to grow. By digging and pruning sedge roots for basketweaving, they encouraged the growth of the sedges that helped protect the soils of the riverbanks. California was a lush landscape, described by early European explorers as abundant with game, wildflowers, birds, fish, and natural beauty. Although the explorers thought they had discovered a pristine wilderness, in reality they had found a landscape so elegantly managed that they were utterly unaware of the human role in maintaining such abundance.
Some indigenous cultures have also hunted animals to extinction and turned fertile land to deserts. I don’t want to romanticize other cultures, but I do think it is important to learn from them. On this continent, fire, prayer, ceremony, and myth were all ways indigenous peoples attempted to influence and understand their environment. In a world in which everything a person ate, touched, or used came from the land, humans indeed were part of the land in a deep integration we can only imagine.
Another set of assumptions we must challenge are assumptions about what constitutes knowledge. For centuries, since the start of the scientific revolution,
Western culture has pursued knowledge by breaking a subject or an object into its component parts and studying those parts. We go to doctors who specialize in one organ or one set of diseases (such as cancer or heart disease) or one technique for curing (surgery, psychiatry). We study in universities where we learn biology or chemistry or physics. We’ve developed a mechanistic, cause-and-effect model of the universe. Compartmentalization has taught us a lot, and produced many advances, but it is only one way of looking at the world. It doesn’t allow us to look at the whole, or at the complex web of relationships and patterns that make up a whole.
Science itself has moved beyond the mechanistic model of the universe. Today science is likely to describe the world in terms of networks and probabilities and complexities, as interlocking processes and relationships. Yet our thinking and understanding as a culture does not often reflect this greater sophistication. Nor do our regulations, technologies, and practices.
Magic is, in a sense, pattern-thinking. The world is not a mechanism made up of separate parts, but a whole made up of smaller wholes. In a whole, everything is interconnected and interactive and reflective of the whole—just as in a hologram each separate bit contains an image of the whole. Astrology and Tarot, for example, work because the pattern of the stars at any given moment or the pattern the cards make when they fall reflects the whole of that moment.
Developing a deep relationship with nature means a shift in our thinking, learning to see and understand the whole and its patterns, not just the separate parts.
To really know the Goddess, we must learn to be present in and interact with the natural world that surrounds us, in the city as well as the country or wilderness. Instead of closing our eyes to meditate, we need to open our eyes and observe. Unless our spiritual practice is grounded in a real connection to the natural world, we run the risk of simply manipulating our own internal imagery and missing the real communication taking place all around us. But when we come into our senses, we can know the Goddess not just as symbol but as the physical reality of the living earth.
In developing that real relationship with the Goddess, we also need to reconcile science and spirituality. When our sense of the sacred is based not upon dogma but upon observation and wonder at what is, no contradiction exists between the theories of science and those of faith. As Connie Barlow writes in Green Space, Green Time,
The more we learn about Earth and life processes, the more we are in awe and the deeper the urge to revere the evolutionary forces that give time a direction and the ecological forces that sustain our planetary home. Evolutionary biology delivers an extraordinary gift: a myth of creation and continuity appropriate for our time… Finally, geophysiology, including Gaia theory, has reworked the biosphere into the most ancient and powerful of all living forms—something so much greater than the human that it can evoke a religious response.⁸
When science and spirit are reconciled, the world becomes reenchanted, full of wonder and magic. The great conversation is happening around us in many dimensions. Magic might also be called the art of opening our awareness to the consciousnesses that surround us, the art of conversing in the deep language that nature speaks. And magic teaches us also to break spells, to shatter the ensorcellment that keeps us psychologically locked away from the natural world.
To open up to the outer world, we also undergo inner changes and development. For we are part of the living earth, and to connect with her is to connect with the deepest parts of ourselves. We need the discipline of magic, of consciousness-change, in order to hear and understand what the earth is saying to us. And listening to the earth, doing the rituals the land asks us for, giving back what we are asked for, will also bring us healing, expanded awareness, and intensified life.
Opening up begins with listening. To learn to listen, however, is a long process.
Long ago I read a fairy tale about a prince who learns the language of birds. I remember only the beginning, and though I’ve searched many times through all my books, I’ve never been able to find the story again. It begins something like this:
Once upon a time, there lived a king who had one