A heavy title, I know. But let's face it, many are experiencing a sense that we are, indeed, seeing the death throes of the world as we know it. I have been feeling it quite a bit this summer, thus the long stretch between postings here on Living A Mythopoetic Life.
I drove north today, leaving the island and solitude of my green house, to visit a young friend whom I had not seen in years. I was her teacher for a very brief time; our paths crossed when she was on a journey from darkness to darkness.