Joseph Campbell explains the hero’s journey as a circular cycle of polarities common to all human beings. The call to adventure spurs one to leave their home and travel into the wild. The hero encounters many obstacles on the journey to their destiny. Traversing through the dark roads filled with various real and imagined terrors…
Tag: faith
The Rolling Stoned/ Halfway Home
I’m halfway through writing my second book, re-planning my move to the PNW, & waiting for 2nd interviews. The words flow much more freely this go round, but will they see the light of day? It’s been difficult to get out of bed since the end of December, but I’ve been getting out and up…
Bridal Veil Falls- Revisited
Orbits swirl through swans’ long nests their ivory planets clothed in down. Tens of talents left ungathered pearl yolks- the taste of gold. Revelations ripe abandoned Miracles unhatched, and fucking undersold.
Gimme Shelter/Walking on Broken Glass
While here at this beautiful sea, during this time of ‘wait and see’, I published my first book- my life blood- 6 days ago. My wallet was stolen 2 weeks before, and while waiting for my 401 check to clear my physical possessions were sold off to strangers, 4 days ago. I should’ve budgeted better…
Setting Free the Captive/Free Man in Mexico
I am sitting at a bench in Chalputepec Park overlooking the lake. My edible is kicking in. I only have 6 or 7 left. The day is beautiful. Sunny with a cool breeze. Children blowing bubbles, laughter and hundreds of voices heard in the near distance. I believe I’m supposed to stay in Mexico for…
This Harvest Of Woman Born (Part Two)
A farmer plants his seeds knowing in time green stalks will rise. Bury your worries in the secret garden Herbs burst from soil, strong and unbaptized In time fall wind blows away all blooms Your children thrive in houses and streetsides. Each a thread woven in a street beggars’ looms. Our blood is mixed with your’s flowing and entwined as an ancient fermented wine these streams have flown born in eons before our own. Through thousands of lines Children, birds, & trees keep finding a different way to shine.
I’ll Only Know in the Moment/I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got
Stranger in a strange land. The Man Who Fell to Earth. Will I ever find a place that is home- which can contain these multitudes? “Have you forgotten? You are multitudes. You can never be contained in words or bodies, alone.”
