Letters to the Netherwood Podcast

About Letters to the Netherwood Podcast

A home for letters on faith, creativity, becoming whole, and stories that call hearts back to wonder, goodness, and love. sabrinagia.substack.com (https://sabrinagia.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast)

Publisher

Sabrina Giacalone

Category

fiction · society & culture

Language

en

Explicit

No

First episode

25 Mar 2026

Latest episode

15 Apr 2026

Latest episodes

5 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   15 Apr 2026

   The Garden of Serenity

   We celebrate the escape from the shadows of the forest, but stewardship is what we build after we return. Dear Netherwood, The Garden of Serenity is a behind-the-page reflection on stewardship, tenderness, and the quiet responsibility of tending what has been placed in our care. In this voiceover, Sabrina Giacalone opens the door into the final chapters of Sera, Lily & The Fox Prince, exploring the Garden of Serenity not only as a place within the Netherwood, but as a living metaphor for the inner and outer worlds we are called to cultivate. This episode asks: What does it mean to care for something without trying to control it? What does it mean to protect what is fragile, remove what is harmful, and make space for what is still becoming? Through story, reflection, and the moral landscape of the Netherwood, this piece invites listeners to consider stewardship as a practice of love, discernment, patience, and daily devotion. For readers drawn to myth, meaning, resilience, and wild-hearted bravery, The Garden of Serenity offers a quiet passage into the deeper roots of Sera, Lily & The Fox Prince. Enter the Netherwood, and consider where in your own life you are being called to cultivate instead of conquer. Yours in ink, Sabrina If you are interested in reading the first chapter, you can find it here on my Substack: Chapter 1 Sera, Lily & The Fox Prince (https://sabrinagia.substack.com/p/sera-lily-and-the-fox-prince) If you want to purchase Sera, Lily & The Fox Prince, you can order the hardcover or the ebook at my Shopify Store (https://sabrina-giacalone.myshopify.com/) Letters to the Netherwood is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Get full access to Letters to the Netherwood at sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe (https://sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

2. 

   7 Apr 2026

   Discernment of Moses (Read-Aloud)

   A short read-aloud from last week’s Letters to the Netherwood. Some moments aren’t loud.They don’t arrive with certainty. They come quietly—and ask to be noticed. This is just a small opening—a doorway into Discernment. The full reading will be shared soon. What we are called to listen foris not always what we expect. Get full access to Letters to the Netherwood at sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe (https://sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

3. 

   28 Mar 2026

   Strength Through Togetherness: Plato's Cave (Read Aloud)

   Strength Through Togetherness: Plato’s Cave (Read-Aloud Preview) A short read-aloud from this week’s Letters to the Netherwood. Some words are meant to be heard. This is just a small opening—a doorway into Plato’s Cave. The full reading will be shared tomorrow. The cave is loud right now.But we don’t leave each other there. Read the full letter: Strength Through Togetherness: Plato's Cave (https://sabrinagia.substack.com/p/strength-through-togetherness-platos) Get full access to Letters to the Netherwood at sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe (https://sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

4. 

   27 Mar 2026

   Strength Through Togetherness (Read Aloud)

   A short reading from this week's Letter to the Netherwood: Strength Through Togetherness Some stories are meant to be heard. Read more & join Letters to the Netherwood (https://substack.com/@mothersenchantments) Get full access to Letters to the Netherwood at sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe (https://sabrinagia.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

5. 

   25 Mar 2026

   Strength Through Togetherness: Plato's Cave

   Dear Netherwood, Plato wrote about a cave where people were chained, watching shadows on a wall. Others — “they” — stood by the fire that cast those shadows, shaping them into what they wanted them to be. Those who sat idly watching mistook the shadows for reality, arguing about them, defending them, building their identities around them. If someone turned toward the fire — or dared to walk outside — the light would hurt at first. Truth tends to leave a sting when it reveals itself. Sometimes, I wonder how much of what we fight about now is merely shadow play. How much of our outrage is silhouette.How much of our certainty is projection.How much of what we share is manufactured by those who sit closest to the fire. We live in a time where shared reality feels fractured. Our screens glow brighter than our hearths. Our “campfires” are algorithms feeding us shadows and calling it clarity. War images move across our phones in seconds. Narratives sharpen. Sides harden. Voices rise. Nations posture. Comment sections ignite. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, the human heart tightens. It tightens to protect itself from feeling the sting over and over again. There are real conflicts in this world. Real suffering. Real grief. But there are also narratives —powerful, persuasive, profitable—that shape what we see and how we feel about it. There are systems that know how to amplify our fears, and unfortunately, they are ever-expanding. There are stories told in ways to intentionally inflame, simplify, and polarize. Today, the cave is not ancient history. It is digital. But here’s what I have to say about what I think the cave story leaves out: No one truly leaves that cave alone. Sometimes you need someone to say,“Turn around.” You need someone to steady you when the light burns your eyes.You need someone to walk beside you into the open air.You need someone who remembers what it felt like to sit in the dark.You need someone to tell you that you are not alone. Plato believed that once someone saw the sun, they carried a moral responsibility to return to the cave and help others out. But he also warned that those still inside might resist. They might mock. They might attack. They might cling to the shadows because the shadows feel familiar. The shadows have created a shared reality that was hard to break free from. And he understood that the one who returns must remember what it felt like to sit in the dark. Light destabilizes at a molecular level. And yet, the responsibility remains. Strength through togetherness is not sentimental; it is the act of leaving the cave and turning back to help others find the light. Not to be the next to conquer them.Not to shame them for succumbing to manipulation.Not to declare superiority since you found a way out. But to steady them, and to show that there is another way, and there is always a choice. It is setting a boundary and saying:I will not build my identity on shadows.I will not mistake distortion for truth.I will not confuse noise for wisdom.And when I find the truth, I will share it, no matter the risk. Malachi wrote of a turning: “He shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers…” Before the great and dreadful day. Some say that dreadful day is upon us, while others are hoping to fast-track it. The turning of hearts.Not the sharpening of narratives.Not the escalation of outrage.Not the multiplication of enemies. The turning of hearts. Before hearts grow so rigid that they can longer bend toward one another. What if that is what leaving the cave looks like now? Not winning arguments about distant wars.Not absorbing propaganda as personal destiny.Not carrying every global conflict as if it were our own interior battlefield. But turning our hearts. Toward our children.Toward our parents.Toward our neighbors.Toward the stranger sitting across the cafe from us. There are conflicts unfolding in the Middle East right now. Israel. Iran. The United States. Long histories with deep wounds. Competing stories and agendas. Power struggles that stretch beyond what any one of us can fully grasp from a screen. We can grieve.We can pray.We can care. But we must be careful not to let narrative machinery recruit our souls. Not every war must become our identity.Not every headline deserves to live rent-free in our head or our nervous system.Not every shadow must dictate our peace. The chains in the cave were described as iron. But what bound them was not metal. It was habituation.It was conditioning.It was a life lived facing one direction long enough that turning around felt impossible. The shackles were perceived.The captivity was real — but not because the iron was unbreakable. It was because the prisoners believed it was. Ours are subtler still. They hijack the nervous system.They reward reaction before reflection.They turn fear into identity.They promise interconnectedness while isolating us behind glass. They addict us to immediacy.They convince us that constant access is the same thing as communion.They whisper that if we do not perform outrage, we will become invisible. These chains are not around our wrists. They are wrapped around our attention.Our adrenaline.Our sense of belonging. And because they are invisible, they feel deeper. But they are not permanent. You are not chained to the wall.You are not chained to a narrative.You are not chained to a job, a label, a party, a comment section. You can turn around. You can choose what to feed.You can choose what to carry.You can choose who you sit beside. The light may hurt at first. But you are not powerless. Spring feels like this now. Cold air.Bare branches.Uncertainty lingering like frost. A warm breeze arrives, and we wonder if summer will ever come. We build fires intentionally. When you gather around them, it is not to debate shadows. It is to warm your hands. To honor something deep within us. To form bonds. To shape community. You measure presence.You pass the marshmallows.You tend the flame. You look at faces instead of projections. Sometimes you even look into the fire and see something about yourself — something you did not notice in the glare of your screen. Light returns differently when it is shared. Not as spectacle.Not as spotlight.But as warmth. The core is not aesthetic. It is the part of you that knows you were not meant to stare at walls. You were not meant to be consumed by your screen. You were not meant to let distant power struggles fracture the intimacy of your own home. Soul aesthetic is not about filters. It is about firelight.Nature.Breath.The way light plays across real faces.Human connection that does not collapse under disagreement. The cave is loud.The fire is steady.The shadows are dramatic.The flame is honest. If you are tired of defending silhouettes,tired of feigned certainty,tired of feeling alone in a room full of noise— Come and sit by the fire. Turn around.Let the light hurt a little.Let your eyes adjust. Turn your heart. Toward your family.Toward your neighbor.Toward the one who disagrees with you but still shares your humanity. And when you find something steadier —turn back. Help someone else find the light. Because strength is not standing apart in ideological purity. It is keeping your heart soft when the world rewards hardness. It is refusing to let shadows define you. The sun was never meant for just one pair of eyes. And light always returns differently when it is shared. Yours in Ink, Sabrina Letters to the Netherwood is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. 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