The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Twenty One: Descansos}
Now and again, in the nature of 'descansos', I find myself mourning those parts of myself that left due to hardships beyond my control.
Browsing Tag:
death
The Death Maiden and the Youth in Spring.
I think now about that time and the pull of war and beauty in the Mediterranean, I think of all the mythic symbols I missed in my blithe youth.
Dreams of an Elephant: Open Letter to the Community.
In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
In Praise of Darkness: Reclaiming Our Relationship with the Dark Mother.
We can find the Dark Mother in Goddess-worshiping traditions. Kali, Hindu Goddess of creation, destruction and shadow, is often depicted with dark skin.
Sung Home: Chapter Nine. {fiction}
It was as if someone cleaned the house especially well before the arrival of their special guest, Viral Death. Or perhaps, soon before its departure.
Finally, It Is Safe to Feel Safe.
We might have a history of having to depend on inconsistent and unreliable adults, so now we feel we cannot trust anyone with anything.
Thank You, Chris Cornell: Death by Default in Detroit.
I can't just sit here and not say anything because 'sobriety' is a big deal to some people and a life or death matter to all of us addicts.
Sung Home: Chapter One. {fiction}
Sylvia found out that Darian was no Prince Charming. Darian’s compound had been the only home I had known for the last seven years, almost half my life.
I Wish You. {poetry}
I wish you the cool clean whiteness of shells, the sacredness of bones, the memory of flight that leaves its signature in the feather.
On Death: I Know It Is Done, So Now We Wait.
I will continue to visit with my friend and hope to offer comfort when I do. I am so very present in the finality of things because she knows, and I know...