This is a repost from November 2, 2010. I needed to re-read this today. Life is a poem. Everyday is new. The great adventure does continue in my life. How deeply grateful I am.
We have not even to risk the adventure alone/ for the heroes of all time have gone before us /The labyrinth is thoroughly known/ We have only to follow the thread of the hero path/ And where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god/ And where we had thought to slay another/ we shall slay ourselves/ Where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence/ And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.
– Joseph Campbell
Many of you have followed my adventure for the last sixteen months, when I moved from my house into Rosy, the RV, on an island just south of Charleston, a place that called to me one night six years ago, on a moonlit beach. My fullness feels so round and complete today…
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I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.
Charleston Through an Artist's eye 
ah-Joseph Campbell- and what you blogged has struck me to the core! in fact a friend of mine who move to Texas about two years ago would really enjoy eading this,if it is alright-she leaped so to speak,set aside material things(her house which was dragging her slowly down) and hit the road,fetching up in Tx.Now she is trying to get in touch w/me -almost cosmic thaqt i should read this just now!
-michael
Yes indeed, Michael. Please share. It is not only cosmic but magic:) xoxoxo
Adventure of poetry is recognizable so fear not that you might hear a child say I played you a song and you did not dance