A Hero’s Journey

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Me, somewhere in Ireland

You’ve lost touch with your hero’s journey.

But I haven’t.

We have ripped away the structures that were sustaining important belief systems without replacing them. How do we live while relying on only ourselves as the guide?

I do it as a hero. I see my life as a coherent narrative story. As the main actor, I can connect past to present. Because things tend to repeat in similar ways, I can better prepare for future unknowns with knowledge of the past.

  • Salmon swim upstream.
  • Winter gets cold.

I live my life as a narrative. I can explain my actions under a unified self through time. This enables me to negotiate in the present with the future, because my future self will be there.

  • Sacrifice time now for money later.
  • Sacrifice junk for health later.

You’ve lost touch with your hero’s journey.

But I haven’t.

And I’m not the only one in the story.

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A Poem: “Light tightly grips”

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Photo by Samantha Lynch on Unsplash

 

Light tightly grips the frayed, crusted rope.

Tugs lightly prick the rent hands that grope.

 

Alone, a lone canine stalks bonds built of trust.

Though windows, glassy pictures, paint kingdoms of lust.

 

What value does a sun feel while stars line its sight?

Not knowing luna mirrors its partner at night?

 

Recognize resonance, vibrating strength,

Echoing energy, manifest length,

 

Incarnate attraction, perspective of view,

Imagined appearance, extensions of you.

 

I stowed the best, eyes towed the rest.

My words are powers, my worlds are ours.