Dispatches from the Wild Interior: October 4, 2020

The Lovers: Sometimes the only way to know what you want is to pluck your heart from your chest and see what rushes in to fill the space it leaves. Snakes, light, smoke, the moon? What mirrored desires are spinning your inner compass into a dizzy arrow pointing everywhere? The choice is never all or nothing when the criterion is love. A bird’s eye view is not always from above. Temptation can be an indication of waiting knowledge or grace, a discarded longing waiting to be named. What is it you cannot do without? That’s what your heart pumps. Choose that. Choose to.