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.
Charleston Through an Artist's eye
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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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!
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