Fiat Lux

Angel underway:
(The ribbons behind the ears of Eastern angels always flutter, to indicate they perpetually hear the whisper of God.)

And, with thanks to Lisa S., who sent it way long ago:

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

             ~ 'Wild Geese'  by Mary Oliver

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Orpheus at the Styx

I’ve loaded an eclectic bunch of images into a photo album at left, under “Study in Hope and Clay.” They’re part of a project that must remain mysterious for the moment. This one, Orpheus, touches one of my favorite themes-- the journey to the underworld and back. Such tales have always felt familiar; we brave the internal abyss, in hope of bringing back some mystery otherwise never manifested. Love this poem:

If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.

We need to sit on the edge
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
                      ~ Pablo Neruda

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