Rabbit Hole Musing

Joseph Campbell referred to it as the Hero’s Journey. The major arcana of the tarot shows similar cycle. Every time we step through a doorway or start something new, we perform a version of it. Sometimes I feel that most of my life is spent going from rabbit hole to rabbit hole or at crossroads deciding which way to go. It’s one of the reasons why I feel a kinship to crossroad deities such as Thoth in Egyptian mythology, Hermes in the Greek, Eshu and Elegua in various Orisha cosmologies or Ganesh in the Hindu among many others.. They tend to be the tricksters, the ones who teach you life’s lessons by exposing you to possibilities.
There is a history of musicians and crossroad deities especially blues musicians tho they usually see him as being old nick

I have to be careful tho. Every time I start writing about the rabbit hole I hear a whisper “c’mere kid…take the ride” which I guess is nominally better than “Oh my stars and whiskers, I’m late”

Quote of the Day – September 27 2010

“Am I willing to give up what I have in order to be what I am not yet? Am I able to follow the spirit of love into the desert? It is a frightening and sacred moment. There is no return. One’s life is charged forever. It is the fire that gives us our shape. ”
–Mary Richards

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Hidden Meanings in the Desert by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – September 25 2010

“Remember me, try to remember.
I am that laughing man with eyes like leaves.
When you think that winter will never end,
I will come.
You will feel my breath,
a vine caressing your foot.
I am the blue eye of a crocus,
opening in the snow,
a trickle of water, a calling bird,
a shaft of light among the trees.
You will hear me singing
among the green groves of memory,
and the shining leaves of tomorrow.
I’ll come with daisies in my hands –
we’ll dance among the sycamores
once more.””
—-  Lauren Raine, The Green Man

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In the Green by G A Rosenberg

In the  Green 3 by G A Rosenberg

Oracular Vernacular by G A Rosenberg

I ask for direction
you give me dissection
of paths traveled thus far
and lines from the zohar
or some other strange text
i don’t want to reflect
but to move on
I need to groove on
what you have said

and yet in reflection
I see the deflection
of all that was keeping me
chained up, instead of free
such trivial woes
I know how I need to go
but to move on
I need to grove on
what you have said

I’ve been taken within
I know how I can win
my spirit  has seen a way
I can fight off this malaise
where doesn’t matter much
It’s more how I feel and touch
but to move on
I need to grove on
what you have said

Transitions

In life as in story
chapters begin and end
a thought or adventure nears
either a transition point
or a moment of tension,
a cliffhanger that drags us along
to the start of something new
It’s amazing how troubled we get
at these transitions
Anxiety mixes with excitement about what comes next
grief over what’s left behind
yet looked at from a distance
it’s all one book
complete before time began…
In the long run
perhaps all we can do
is make our story a memorable one,
an enjoyable one,
a fulfilling one whatever that may mean
for each of us