Rites of Passage

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”


The Bell

I have developed a bit of celebrity crush lately.  Have been listening to this guy’s lectures and interviews; had my mind blown; can’t get enough; wonder if what I hear is crazy, or enlightened, or both; wonder if he is attractive in person or as a person.  The answer to that last bit: not necessarily, probably troubled; it is kinda fun to wonder though, because the age range is right, and the geography not entirely prohibitive.  

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Where to

It’s almost a year since we had arrived to our first session together, on a Friday night.  We would spend together eight hours of most weekends over the next 5 months, but on that night, we were still strangers.

On that night, a year ago, I got there early.  The first people I met were Janet and Ashley.  They were likewise early.  The studio was closed, so we went around the block for a cup of tea.  The tea had spices in it. Continue reading “Where to”