Today has been set aside to read a book written by the Oxford professor of Archeology, Chris Gosden, called the History of Magic. My thoughts on the book will remain unwritten until I am able to do justice to a book review. In the meantime, I want to capture, in words, the inherent magic I… Read More »
Let me be the month of April, the poetry month they say. Let me sing the song of spring, the sun shines every day. Let me look around with wonder, gaze upon the streams; walk within the forest, and muse upon the trees. Let me find the joy of life, and learn to love the… Read More »
When I picked up the metaphorical pen again last month, here on this blog, after almost a decade of silence, I discovered in the course of my writing that I must find a way to change the focal length of my mind’s eye. As I wrote on March 20th, only my second post in the… Read More »
Last Saturday, the 13th of March – a dark night of the new moon – I received a copy of Kalevala from a friend of mine who can best be described as an Icelandic poet. This was not a gift; only a loan. A tattered copy published in the 80s – purchased secondhand – this… Read More »