Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 18, 2020
/5 of Cups: How much of your suffering is your own invention, a function of where you choose to gift your attention? How much of your joy? In every minute, something is being offered and something is drifting out of reach. None of us is getting any younger, but we can remember being young and draw on that bravado, that willingness to be naked in the face of immense unknown. How much of your existence is being thirsty while facing the ocean? How much of it dancing on the shore while a tsunami approaches? Who decides the content of your days, their portion of mystery and daring?
