Archetypal Love is Sturdy Love
I met the Great Mother coming out of the ladies room in the Frankfurt airport. It was quick, prompted by a poster of a bridge over the Po river in Turin.
I met the Great Mother coming out of the ladies room in the Frankfurt airport. It was quick, prompted by a poster of a bridge over the Po river in Turin.
I drove through a hail storm today. It began gently, offering a musical accompaniment to my journey. Intensifying, the hail noisily demanded my attention.
I value hindsight. It allows me to notice what I’ve learned. When I complete a project, I find myself naturally settling into a reflective period.
I feel like I birthed a baby, nurtured her, and sent her off to college. Funny to compare the creation of my website with the miracle of parenting.
Have you been talking to Angels? Yeah, me too. How’s that going? (That’s a real questions.) I really wonder what it’s like for you when you chat with the Angels.
I’m ready for something new. Time to shed a skin or two. Habits and thought patterns are stale. Begging me to begin a new tale.