Who We Are
If Midnight Sun has a shape, it is a circle...
We are a collective of kin whose ears are turned toward the Earth as it speaks.
Origins
The seeds of the the fertile friendship that roots Midnight Sun were planted in a Grass Valley parking lot seven years ago, playing frisbee with Annette’s dog, Moki, during a 15 minute break in the writing class in which we originally met. We could not have imagined how our lives would converge to create a shared foundation for this offering.
Founding Guides (and dogs!)
Comet (she/they) believes the land offers us its most radical dreams.
A multi-disciplinary creative whose magic roots within the deep soil of her Celtic ancestry, Comet’s projects seek to integrate the invisible strata of color, wisdom, and memory held within human-disrupted landscapes.
Comet trained as a rites of passage guide with the School of Lost Borders and is currently training as a somatic ecotherapist.
At home in the Sonoran Desert with her partner and their two pups, she lives for morning conversations with wild places, desert rainstorms, and coffee.
Comet ☄︎ Kelly
Annette (she/they) is a great believer in “we cannot do this alone!” She seeks and finds refuge in wild places, in friendships near and far, within the miraculous universe that is music, in hikes and swims with her beloved dog, Moki, in creative explorations with words, watercolors and wool, in resting when her body asks for rest, and in her relationship with her daughter, Eva, who is literally a dream come true.
As she pursues her dream of musical collaborations with piano, cello, composition and singing, Annette continues to explore new landscapes inside of herself, in her mother’s homeland of Norway, and in the Sierra Nevada, living into what it means to balance and re-balance our hearts and souls in these challenging times.
Annette ༄ Otter
“Maybe the separation wound isn’t a given — maybe we dance with it… correspond with it.”
— Tyson Yunkaporta
Our Name…
Like a star falling to Earth, the name Midnight Sun found us as we were dreaming up our first gathering…
During the long winters and midnights of our lives, and as we traverse a collective rite of passage through the dark, what is the burning star that keeps you not just living, but alive? What sources of vision, direction, and nourishment do you most need? What invites your genius out from the deep soil of your becoming?
“These are underworld times,” writes mythologist Martin Shaw.
What is your Midnight Sun?