The ancient Greek word ‘psyche’, is defined as ‘soul’ and it’s also the Greek word for butterfly. The idea of transition playing heavily in their mythology… first, a moth literally transforms into a butterfly, a physical event from youth to adulthood. And second, the soul’s carried by the butterfly which eventually seeks passage into the underworld… the transition from life to death, a metaphysical event. However, we know that we are born, die and are born again each day into our authentic self and the butterfly and its attributes are the perfect metaphor for change. Continue reading Papillon
To be happy is to know where we should be on the path even with pain, in effect living from the still-point of our eternal flame. This is where we grow, step-by-step closer to the Grail… JC
At times the refusal of the journey is the most important part of the path, a turning point that can never be rescinded. The Continue reading The Road To Anjou
Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.
I always associate the Creator with the wind. On windy nights the chimes hanging on the front porch ring out as the Architect of the universe is making sure I know she’s about, tending to what’s needed. In this same vein I hear the train in the distance, God again. It is these opportune moments that dance with my senses. The smallness, the subtleness of life and how huge that smallness is. Think of the Earth and its inhabitants as compared to the universe; how minute we are but it is this smallness in stature that is phenomenal when you consider the detailed information we already know and are learning about the cosmos.
Continue reading The Incredible Shrinking Man