mythic musings
It amazes me how often I forget that myth weaves through my life. How often it goes unnoticed, until it hits me squarely between the eyes and I am forced to look at it, rub my brow in pain and then consider it as only a map in which guides my existance.The myth always seems to be accompianed by its patron dieties or archetypes and in my worldview of the moment, colored by one myth or another, those archetypes infuse me and make themselves known to those who pass by me. Whether they catch the Venus weeping or "Ishtar Rising", they will go the extra step to say hello and gooday. But only if I am aware of the archetypal behavior I am experiencing. Perhaps it is only coincidince, but I'm tending to think not.
posted by iSirkus @ 3:19 PM
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