The mythopoetic reminds us that we are all on a journey. In a story. And what a story we’re all creating now, together, globally. It’s one of those times that our progeny will hear/read about.
We’ll look back to see how we experienced it. The choices we made.
Make no mistake about it, things will change. We’ll be changed.
Until then, we are in the midst of it. The part of the story when you’re in the dark wood or in the vast tundra or climbing the mountain.
We’re looking for the view. Clarity. How to maneuver in the unknown.
Go to the myths. The poems. The stories. Look to how our ancestors moved through challenges.
They survived the Ice Age. The Crusades. The Plague. Colonization. War.
It’s a miracle—miracle!—any of us are alive. Here. Now. We descend from those who were resilient.
They remembered the land and moved through changing seasons; they were bedmates with impermanence.
So. Take this unknown to the land.
It will show you the way.