It is November 1789 in the scratched out colonial town of Sydney. Eliza Collins (nee Swift) wakes to the giddy sensation that her lucid dreams have returned and that her body feels reawakened. Thirty-one, a widow and a student of enlightenment, Eliza dares to hope that her grief has finally lifted and that she can now renew her social contract. Today she will approach the astronomer and ask to work with him and with the women, learning the local language. This, she knows, is the key to her purpose. It is the new world and she will play her part in it.
Why then is the path to the headland so forbidding? Why, despite her gifts, is the language so opaque to her open mind? Why this doubting of her mystic visions in the vast antipodean starscape. Fireside ceremony, ominous intoning, forbidding guardians of the stars, all create mystery on her quest. Eliza’s dreams persist and seem full of promise, yet within them she senses a loss of power and insight.
Can this really be the promised new world? Eliza has her independence. She has her friend Meg. She is determined to fulfil her social contract. But the fledgling colony is struggling. Disease, hunger and thankless toil surround her. There is violence in the air. She faces doubt and despair. How is it that the most downtrodden still display glimmers of hope and calm wisdom? Eliza is challenged by spectres of grief returning, and in her dreams she encounters three mythical birds. She will learn to trust, she will learn this language, but not until she learns to listen.
In her dreams among the stars Eliza must surrender, first to the wiley raven, then to the sensuous owl and finally to the powerful, wild emu. She eventually unlocks the key to the Yura language and learns that her power lies not in creating the story of her future, but in sitting, listening, and quietly retelling the myths of this land. There, on the other side of time, sitting among the women, Eliza finds her place, in the space between the stars.
Eliza grapples for a sense of place, even in her dreams. Beguiled by the sentinel, Eliza finds only emptiness. Still doubting the value of her shadow self, Eliza surrenders to the notebooks.
Eliza settles into her future. Back and forth a flow of stories loud or whispered, laughter and song. They watch the glittering constellations and Eliza gives thanks for the salve to her spirit.
Eliza’s joy bubbles forth with her study of the notebooks, and her dreams evoke a gentle, yearning spirit. She faces an uncomfortable truth and resolves to yield to newfound insight.
‘I am magpie’ is a lyric novel of Australian historical fiction set in the very early colonial years in Sydney. This story references the enlightened age of the late 1700s and the Indigenous language of the Gadigal people of the Eora nation. Observe Eliza’s struggle through her dreams and her daily endeavour to create a worthy social contract. In Eliza we see the vibrant innocence of the young woman, the benevolence of mother, the wild passions of lover, the determination of a pioneering spirit and the striving for wisdom echoed in her older friend and neighbour, Meg.
Eliza Collins. A fictional character, set in history. Fascinated by language and how it might change society. Let me introduce ‘I am magpie’.
‘I am magpie’ is a lyric novel that will appeal to those interested in explorations of the enlightened age of the late 1700s, or in Australian historical fiction of the very early colonial years in Sydney and in Indigenous language of the Gadigal people of the Eora nation. For those engaged in Jungian shadow work, observe Eliza’s struggle through her dreams and her daily endeavour, to integrate various female archetypes on her quest. In Eliza we see the vibrant innocence of puella, the benevolence of mother, the wild passions of lover, the determination of a pioneering spirit and the striving for wisdom echoed in her older friend and neighbour, Meg.
We meet Eliza as she wakes from a lucid dream, her body reawakened. Holding fast to this newly discovered joy, she shares her delight and her new intention with her neighbour Meg, the midwife.
e m e r g i n g ~ ~ hearts lift ~ we breathe ~ & listen ~ rhythm of the day ~ round & round the ~ beauty of our circling ~ in & under ~ over & around ~ we breathe ~ & listen ~ we are that which ~ we make yet ~ how we dream ~ & yearn ~ for memory ~ silken threads ~ shining with desire ~ we are not our minds ~ so much more than ~ our minds we ~ breathe again ~ deeply we breathe as ~ fear trembles in the breeze ~ light against the shadows lurking ~ nightbird screaming from the dark ~ we are not our minds so much ~ more than our minds we fly ~ we breathe & listen ~ moving forward ~ taking flight ~ taking pleasure ~ tasting words & ~ striving for our needs ~ we trust dreaming straw ~ spinning into gold ~ hearts lift ~ we breathe ~ we listen ~ we breathe & ~ then we rise
Dependent and vulnerable, Eliza endures heartbreak. As her vitality returns, so does a reckless fury and her conviction to lay blame solely with Thomas. She turns her grief outwards to the violent storms.
Ambient music for warmth and quiet. A time to unfold … In the calm of morning grey ~ I kiss your sleeping lips ~ and feel you curl against me ~ smiling joy of bright blue day ~ encircled yearning to taste ~ the build of rainstorm ~ thundering on tin ~ riding bareback and ~ brazen in the dark ~ we lie in wait ~ to feed our dreams ~ and I hold you ~ I hold you ~ I hold you ~ until we’re unbroken
