The taxman came and went, the snow came, the wind blew and blows yet… quite the April fifteenth.
I’m about 8 minutes from the end of The Power of Myth and what a ride. I want to grasp phrase after phrase of what is said. I’m adding both Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers to my mythical dinner table. That’s the one with Beethoven and other people I’d love to spend some time with.
In any case, while my mind has been racing alongside these two guys, my fingers have been flying along with my quilting project. To look at my fingers it’s more like being dragged along behind it a mile or two. And oops then it’s time to think about poor NaPoWriMo for a few. It’s sad to me that writing and quilting don’t seem able to lie comfortably side by side. Maybe in my next life LOL.
The fiery moment leaping upward flies
to where the air arches, shining with life
and beyond life and time to creation,
circles back and around again, again.
