This dream marks a period the alchemists call the Rubedo, the return of the life force. The desires of the ego will never be satisfied. With this understanding the hostle forces within begin to transform to generosity and compassion.
The Guest house This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all
May Sartan’s Poem: The myth as medusa: I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone. I looked you straight in the cold eye, cold. I was not punished, was not turned to stone– How to believe the legends I am