Grasped by myth . . .
Today is slated to be five seconds longer than yesterday as we are amid the Winter Solstice return of light on this Satyr's day in Okieland.
Its the 143rd anniversary of Harriet Monroe's birth. Born in 1880 Chicago, she established Poetry Magazine.
The poet and translator Robert Bly was born on this day in 1926 Madison, Minnesota. He's on my top 10 list.
From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life. – Richard Paul Evans
Jesus.
You’ve heard of him, right? His birthday is in 2 days.
(Ya’ know, not really. Most scholars agree Jesus was born on another date. IMHO? Jesus was a Leo. But this is when we celebrate because the pagans in Rome were already celebrating this time of year. It’s called Saturnalia - look it up!) … The thing about Jesus I dig (besides his emphasis on unconditional love and dinner with friends) is the way he ministered.
Jesus wasn’t perched on the hillside yelling, “HEY YOU- BE NICE!”
His brilliance was helping people make small shifts towards betterment through…
*wait for it* … STORYTELLING. – Marisa Corcoran
A myth is a symbolic narrative that communicates important truths that cannot properly be revealed in any other way. To understand a myth we have to enter into an imaginative narrative, like living through a poem. In that sense, all poems are myths which we allow to grasp us.
After Long Busyness
I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk.
Moon gone plowing underfoot no stars; not a trace of light!
Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field?
Every day I did not spend in solitude was wasted.
– Robert Bly
“The ultimate way is without difficulty—just avoid picking and choosing.” – Seng-ts’an