Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 28, 2020

The Hermit: Wherever you’re going has everywhere in it. This is particularly true of the inself destinations, your lantern illuminating terrain stranger than any you’ve traversed or imagined outside. Every writer knows there’s a difference between fact and truth, both mattering in their own contexts and times. What truths wait for you deep inside, where your personal everything links up with the universal totality? There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to follow the unmarked paths and mysterious staircases of your interior landscape, to let them emerge in the quiet and dark of your heart, your gut, your hips, your knees, the tip of your spine where it meets the skull, the dip of bone between the eyes, wander and wonder there a while.