Navigating the Mysteries

So as I approach the mystery of telling these stories again, the uncertainty of working into my mythmaking, I wonder if we could do something similar with our own narratives. What are we bored by, what needs to stay buried? What deserves to be re-imagined, re-seeded, re-beheld? That’s where the joyful work is. I’m handing you a spade.

To know, tell, and create stories is a wonderous skill that keeps faith with the traditional and beauteous techniques our ancestors used when faced with the sudden mists and tripwires of living.

We get older, we find life is riven with weirdness. We should be weird too.

Who becomes a good sailor without knowledge of storms?

Don’t brush your tastes away. Take your delight seriously. You could reach out towards historical figures, cloud formations, and badger tracks in the snow. Claim them as familial instructors. They have a kind of warmth attached. These are useful, odd ideas. Uncertainty requires such expansiveness, requires some flex, some curiosity.

Reaching out to nature and history: The notion of community is a breathless affair when we imagine it as solely human.

If your life feels peculiar, flamboyant, occasionally shameful, then those are the markings of that emerging authenticity.

When you are dishonest, you break connection with your soul. Something essential is weakened. Lying reduces your wingspan. Stay honest to the shape you came here to embody.

This is absolutely the best position to navigate the mysteries from. Over time one mystery reveals itself, and then delightfully another opens.