I am in here.
Don’t know why I didn’t find Meryl Yourish’s blog before, but perhaps it’s one of those delayed fate things. I would have felt so much better after finding the Easterblogg bit of hatred if I’d found her blog as well. Maybe the universe just needs me to stop cranking so it can let me find … Continue reading new place to go
The poetry has been slow in coming lately. I treat it as an entity apart from myself. That way, I can tell myself that it’s in no way my own fault if I write nothing. I have (unconsciously? semiconsciously?) created a world where I am not at fault for not doing that which I can … Continue reading routine
Yesterday, I was noting down a lot of Mircea Eliade’s ideas on the form of early Judaism in general, and the story of the binding of Isaac in particular. Deep and worthy ideas, but unengaged. Campbell discards all of Judaism out of hand, but he is personally engaged with it — as an antagonist, at … Continue reading readings
OK, you try to find an internet hookup in the hills of Galilee. This weekend was not just a retreat to the hills overlooking the Sea of G, but my first ever Yom Kippur.
