Ann Selene

The Sacred Fire: Why I Decided to Matriculate and Become the Matriarch

I release the old version of me that I created to survive. Continue reading on Medium » Original article: https://medium.com/@anntomology/the-sacred-fire-why-i-decided-to-matriculate-and-become-the-matriarch-e86a939196b5?source=rss-dd9d16b8d22f——2
The Greeks, The Black Sea and Me

I awoke one night from a dream; someone had whispered to me, “Remember this song,” and I woke up, humming it. Weeks later, it returned
A Liturgy of Becoming

Profound change is realized when you encounter the unrecognizable — the moment you look back at your past self and realize you are looking… Continue
University

On behalf of Empire State University, I am happy to inform you that you have been accepted to the university. Congratulations! Continue reading on Medium
From Self to Story: Narrative Psychology and the Memoirist’s Path to Individuation

Being a memoirist is a vulnerable role; you are both the author and the character. It forces you to dig deep, to hold your lived…
The Pathology of Consumption: Cognitive Dissonance and Its Biological Impact on Ecosystems

It has been very clear to me for many years, as I have attended conferences and traveled across the entire United States, the ultimate… Continue
The Architecture of Auditory Storytelling

The successful deployment of an independent digital broadcasting station (KPNL Radio) and a specialized podcast (The Caravan of Lore)… Continue reading on Medium » Original
Misinterpreting Humility as a Lack of Confidence

Tim Mossholder Unsplash There have been moments in my life where I have sat on podcasts, spoken at conferences, or been lost in a deep
Soil of the Soul: Post-Traumatic Growth and the Externalization of Melancholy

The rains of May have returned. It is hard to believe that a year has passed since I moved to this beautiful place, and even
The Radical Act of Self-Study: Moving from Passive Patient to Informed Partner

I remember a time when my curiosity was met with criticism and an expectation of passive compliance. I was the patient. The doctor… Continue reading

On the Human Condition

March 22, 2026 Ann Selene Musings

Author Generated on Gemini Morning never arrives all at once.It unfurls — slow, deliberate, like a soft-spoken omen. The first blade of sunlight slips through the old windowpane, splitting the dust into tiny dancing embers. They drift and swirl in the quiet of my room like a small universe deciding

The Oneirocritica: An Invitation to the Threshold

March 22, 2026 Ann Selene Musings

The Invocation: The Memory of the Near East I have always lived at the border of things. Long before I understood the migration of my maternal line—an ancient lineage that navigated the melting mists of the post-glacial Near East to find a home in the North—I felt their hunger for

When the Animus Comes Home

March 22, 2026 Ann Selene Musings

You distract me —not suddenly,but the way heat gathers,the way a room slowly fills with scentuntil breathing itself becomes deliberate. How can one presenceso thoroughly inhabit another,filling every corridor of thought,until the wanting to writefeels like pressure —a swelling that insistson release? And when the ink finally comes,it does not

For a Brighter Future

March 22, 2026 Ann Selene Musings

I remember when my children were very small, preschool age, when every milestone felt like a ribboned gift waiting to be unwrapped. I delighted in each “first,” each new pencil held too tightly, each earnest recitation of letters and numbers. Preschool was a gentle joy. And then we arrived at

The Fire That Cannot Be Touched

March 22, 2026 Ann Selene Musings

There is a particular sadness that does not come from loss. Loss has a clarity to it. Something was present, and then it was gone. But there is another kind of melancholy, quieter and more difficult to name, that comes from standing near warmth and realizing it was never meant