This week has been one of spiritual re-discovery for me. There's a thawing underway within my soul. Today I listened to Love instead of running away. She spoke gently, lucidly, and with such power. The archetype of the world weary wanderer that had become the center of my consciousness suddenly found himself uprooted. He was revealed as a creature of narrative rather than an extension of life.. Mythology is a favorite subject of mine. I started my morning reading the tales of Odin, the all-father who sacraficed much for wisdom. And tonight I sacrificed wisdom for Love.
In Norse mythology it is exactly Odin's knowledge of the future that causes him to behave in such a way that guarantees the ill-fortune divined through prophecy. His wisdom became his own undoing. Maybe people, like gods, are knowledgeable to their own detriment. We are so attached to certainty. To our narratives. To what experience has taught us that we become oblivious to the real source of our suffering.
Unlike Odin, I desire the hunger of plants and wild animals. I desire to know nothing better than how to open myself up when love enters my hall. To know the holy thirst that softens the soil when the cloud can no longer keep for itself the dreams of the ocean. May the gods bless you all. May you be compassionate enough to let Freya walk through your door and listen to her words with a heart that doesn't shrink.
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