You will not read this.
Turns out, when I wrote here in the past, I did that a little bit for you, because I knew you read what I wrote. That was one of the ways you loved me.
Joseph Campbell compares rites of passage, myths, and dreams.
The rites and myths have become mythical. Nobody cancelled what they framed though: the passage. Continue reading “Rites of Passage”
To state the obvious, much has been going wrong lately. Much has been going right, too, of course, but still. All the personal grief and loss, all the terror and despair in the news created a dark cloud that was hard to see through. North California wildfires filled the air with smoke, making breathing dubious. My body was going into the deep fall part of the cycle. It was not going to be a good week.
Continue reading “Normalcy”
Love letters understated 