Myths

Read myths. They teach you that you can turn inward, and you begin to get the message of the symbols. Read other people’s myths, not those of your own religion, because you tend to interpret your own religion in terms of facts – but if you read the other ones, you begin to get the message. Myth helps you to put your mind in touch with this experience of being alive. It tells you what the experience is.

Joseph Campbell
The Power of Myth

Death

And if death is death, what will become of poets and sleeping things that no one now remembers?

Federico García Lorca
Autumn Song

We have our books

And so, the last day of summer has gone, departed, buggered off somewhere else, leaving us to face the thrilling prospect of more rain, rain, rain – but we are resolute, indomitable, we remain unbowed by circumstances. In short, we don’t care!

We have our books; they fall open and we fall in.

What more could we possibly need?

 

Dance in the rain

Dance in the rain
With clouds at your heels
Rosebuds refreshed
The calming one feels

Life is the present
There’s no need to wait
Throwback the shutters
And unlock the gate

Dance in the rain
As it cleanses the sky
No tears on sun’s cheeks
And no need to cry

Life is what’s happening
Through clouds or gray
Sunshine or snowflakes
They’re all nature’s way

Dance in the rain
It’s all part of life
Let hope, your umbrella
Guide you through strife

Dance in the rain
And when clouds tend to loom
Welcome their darkness
Into the room

Life is for living
Through storms, joy and pain
Always remember to
DANCE IN THE RAIN

Holly Jamestone

Dee is reading Stephen King’s ‘THE STAND’ for must be the fiftieth time – we make her wear a face mask while she reads. I have to admit the book contains one of my favorite fictional characters – Trashcan Man.

Wishing you all health, safety, and security, boys & girls.

P

Men feared, adored and obeyed the matriarch

Ancient Europe had no gods. The Great Goddess was regarded as immortal, changeless, and omnipotent; and the concept of fatherhood had not been introduced into religious thought. She took lovers but for pleasure, not to provide her children with a father. Men feared, adored and obeyed the matriarch. . . . Once the relevance of coition to child-bearing had been officially admitted . . . man’s religious status gradually improved. . . The tribal Nymph, or Queen, chose an annual lover from her entourage of young men, for sacrifice at mid-winter when the year ended; making him a symbol of fertility rather than the object of her erotic pleasure. His sprinkled blood served to fructify trees, crops, and flocks, and his flesh was, it seems, eaten raw by the Queen’s fellow-nymphs priestesses wearing the masks of bitches, mares, or sows.

Robert Graves
The Greek Myths vol. one