Sky Dancing

In the mailbox today, named after Odin …

Stories with weight to them have what C.G. Jung terms "the lament of the dead," which in our frenetic culture we can no longer have time to hear. We’re not listening to the thoughts of the world. We’re only listening to our own neurosis and our own anxiety. Most indigenous cultures will tell you that this world belongs to the dead since that’s where we’re headed. A conversation with the dead, with what you might call ancestors, is the core essence of mythology … Myth is insistent that when there is a crisis, genius lives on the margins, not the center.

If we are constantly using the language of politics to combat the language of politics, at some point we grow weary and turns our heads away because we are … denying soul … ignoring what some Mexicans call the river beneath the river. — after Martin Shaw

https://www.amazon.com/Martin-Shaw/e/B00HOFM1YC%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share

All language is metaphor, born of myth.

The jungle child sings his song
Sad and alone, yet weeps for nothing,
And joy is in him as he hears
The flute the peaceful wind is blowing.
And even so am I, in the sky
Dancing, riding the wild duck. –Chögyam Trungpa