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”
What was that about one door closing, another opening? Does it really work that way? Does it? I slammed that one door before. Slamming doesn’t work too well. It didn’t. The door cracked open. Whatever was to stay behind it, didn’t. I had to go back, against that all, and close it again, this time mindfully and firmly.
Oh how hard that was. No cracks, no air, no light.
I turned around to make the first step in that choking darkness. There you stood, shining, strong, beautiful, beloved by many. Continue reading “About the Doors”
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
Continue reading “A Life-Size Hole”
One minute and thirty-five seconds into this podcast (the RobCast, by Rob Bell) you would hear Peter Rollins say this: Continue reading “Rendering”
This is a prosaic companion post to “Unmaking“.
That post was about learning to not love somebody I chose to adore for years, and how surprisingly easy it was, once decided.
This is about recovery actions and acknowledging some of the sadness. Continue reading “A Companion to Unmaking”