dispatches from the wild interior: September 23, 2020

Knight of Coins: Some days you are a beast of leaping. Other days, creature of preparation. The coin is not a sun, despite its heat. Is the portal a door or a tree? If you were to look up from the coin, that which we have been taught is treasure, would the light blind you or lead you out into a world you’ve imagined but never seen – or both simultaneously? What is the coin of this other realm, its currency? What do you have to offer? What do you long most deeply to receive?