Conversing with the written word as a bridge to the interior world. Through poetry and prose, we listen for the mythic resonances that shape our personal narratives and expand the boundaries of the soul.
“What have I to do with men, that they should hear my confessions, as if they were to “heal all my diseases?” A race eager to know about another man’s life, but slothful to correct their own!” Saint Augustine
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored.